However, Sam was wrong. Olivia was making a fuss; it was just that her way was different.

She wouldn't vomit, cry or scream like some people when they were drunk.

What was interesting about her was as long as whoever was on the same page as her, she wouldn't make a fuss.

Thus, when Sam asked how she felt, Olivia responded gently with a bashful look, "Worry not, Your Majesty, I only drank a little. I'm alright."

Sam was speechless.

She was really immersed in her role.

Sam certainly wasn't going to allow her to take a shower in this state. He wasn't sure what she would do, so he quickly tidied up the room and took his pillow and quilt out.

"I'll let you sleep in the room. Go and sleep now."

Olivia blinked and asked, "What about you, Your Majesty?"

Sam pointed to where she was sitting. Thus, she stood up and walked to the room. Thinking she was going to sleep, he put the bedsheet and pillow onto the sofa. However, she came back out as soon as he laid down.

"Your Majesty, you gave me the bed while you sleep here... Oh, I'm so touched."

Olivia knelt beside him as she spoke. She held his hands and said, teary-eyed, "Let me stay here with you, Your Majesty."

Her address to him made his skin tingle. He grabbed her hands in turn and got up. Then, he carried in his arms and strode into the bedroom.

Before Olivia realized what had happened, she was already on the bed. Then he heard Sam's rough voice, "Stay. Don't come out again."

Olivia blinked at his fierce expression. She quieted down again.

"Okay, take care of yourself, Your Majesty. I'll get some rest."

After setting her down, Sam breathed a sigh of relief and left the room.

after lying down as Olivia had been using this sofa all this while. Moreover, it was the

this. But... he

slowly fell asleep under

The next day.

up the next morning. She sat up, holding her head, her

for a moment as she saw her surroundings, but she quickly figured

up here once. Then, she went out drinking the previous night and seemed to have one too many. However,

her head and

the same clothes from the day before.

She was dead drunk

out of bed and tiptoed

happened after she was drunk, she still remembered what had happened before that.

with Tiana, but how did she come

back? But... Why didn't she send her back

Or...

she could only

aroma of food as soon as she opened the door. She was a little surprised. Was Sam cooking? Thus, she walked toward the kitchen, and as expected, he was there. He was indeed making breakfast. However,

shadow. Olivia subconsciously crossed her arms in front of her chest when their eyes met.

"You're awake?"

she spoke. "Go

the eggs in his pan, tiptoed. She asked, downcasted, "Is

can

and she had a

put the food on the table, Olivia sighed helplessly, "Don't tell me, this is your breakfast when you lived

at the food in front of her. "Eggs on toast. Your

stomach. What kind of nutrition do I need?" Sam glanced at her. "Do you think everyone

last words

raised her eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

so Olivia

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