Chapter 111 A Torture

The knocking continued as I scrambled to get out of bed and put on a coat.

The noise grew louder as I got to my living room. I had no choice but to answer the door before the neighbors filed a complaint against me.

I could have sworn I was this close to biting Dominic’s head off when I saw him at my entrance as soon as I opened the door.

“Are you out of your mind? I need my rest even if you don’t. You’re so inconsiderate.”

Standing under the dim light, Dominic did not say a word but merely stared into my eyes.

He actually looks quite scary.

No, I shouldn’t cave. I need to look imposing since I’ve started a fight with him.

Straightening my back, I continued scolding him, “What are you looking at? Your actions have successfully unleashed my wrath. If you’re thinking of finding faults with me in the wee hours, please do so in the morning. Bye!”

As I was about to shut the door, he slammed his fist on it.

“Hey… What are you trying to do? What’s this all about? Hey, Dominic, don’t pretend!”

I thought he wanted to throw a punch at me, but he just fell on me unexpectedly.

Panic-stricken, I hugged him and realized that he reeked of alcohol.

Did he hit the bar again? What’s up with him? Is he drunk again?

For a while, I shook him, patted him, and yelled his name, but he did not move a muscle nor give me any response.

Subsequently, I painstakingly pushed him toward the wall so I could see him face to face. Darn it, he has dozed off!

This is ridiculous! What am I supposed to do now with a drunkard?

option, with all my might, and dragged him to my

Oh my

him twice and slapped him on the

never fails to create trouble for me even when he’s

put up a night here. I must

body for a long time and yet I could not find

I was about to return to my room

go… Please

Camille, I bet. Wow, what a pair! He misses her so much albeit

how hard I

putting up an act here? Let me go, you’re

of strength, I sat down on the

him, he loosened his grip, and it was less painful

take off his tie, I helped him untie it. I think he must be feeling

why don’t you go home when you’re drunk?

really angry to see him so wasted; I pinched

that he almost died due to intoxication. Look at you now,

what made him drink excessively. He’s got everything. So,

“Don’t go…”

fine. Stop talking and go to sleep.” I found his repeated

seemed to work like a

exhausted.

on the floor and leaned

was rather uncomfortable; my neck was sore and the floor was chilly. I tried to adjust myself

my bleary eyes, I saw

of his palm. Thankfully, he was not

sigh, I went to my bedroom and

up with this just

him attempting to remove his clothes. After pondering, I

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