Dorothy didn't need to turn around to know who was approaching. The presence he carried with him was unmistakable, almost like the thick aroma of a freshly brewed coffee lingering in a quiet morning cafe.

"Aren't you supposed to be out of Eldorria City?" she asked, lifting her gaze to meet his. Her eyes danced with a playful light, perhaps accentuated by the wine she'd had, giving her a cheeky charm.

Everett stood before Dorothy wrapped in a black trench coat, his lips pressed together in silence, making no move to come any closer. It was as if he was there solely to escort her back to her apartment, with no intention of striking up a conversation.

Dorothy didn't press him to speak. Instead, she simply finished the drink in her hand. There was one last can left in her bag.

As she reached for it, Everett finally broke his silence with a furrowed brow, "Stop drinking. You know you can't handle it." "Since when do you care?" she retorted.

There was a beat of silence before Dorothy smirked and stubbornly attempted to open the last can.

next second, both Dorothy and the can were

shoes, barely reached his shoulder, her head nestled perfectly under his chin as his trench coat

she slurred slightly, her footing unsteady. She wrapped her arms around his waist for balance, her gaze hazy yet piercing, "Everett, you say I'm not good at lying,

Jeffrey's situation.” "Oh, I heard about that. His ex-girlfriend’s

but the alcohol was numbing her senses, and the strength kept fighting with her

nodding off in

me on the bench. I'll be fine!"

her, frowned and effortlessly

made her instinctively cling to

care of me! Put me down." "And

they had even left the park. She curled up against him like a gentle, pliant kitten. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of

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