Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 923

"Jack..."

Emily eyed him skeptically, "You're faking it, aren't you?"

She frowned, struggling to free herself, "I won't fall for it!" "Uh..."

Unexpectedly, Jack was easily pushed away by her, losing his balance and stumbling backward, knocking over a few chairs in the process. The noise was followed by him crashing to the ground. "Jack!"

Emily was shocked, not expecting such an outcome, and hurried over, crouching down to grab his arm.

"Are you okay?" "Heh."

Leaning against the leg of a chair, Jack shook his head with a laugh, "I'm fine... If you're mad, just take it out on me, but don't ignore me."

What nonsense is he talking?

Emily nodded, somewhat dismissively, "Alright, get up!"

She didn't have enough strength, and glanced at Naomi, "Come give me a hand!"

"Sure!"

"Don't! Not you!"

But as soon as Naomi approached, Jack flinched away, firmly grasping Emily.

"Emily, you hold me. Will you help me up?"

Emily:...

Alright, she believed him; he was definitely drunk.

teeth, "But you've got to

"Oh."

Emily was panting, a fine

her shoulder, half his body

hurts... so bad... I wanna sleep, let me

Charles?" Emily asked, annoyed, "Your bodyguard,

his head, "Don't know, don't want

taking her

to the point of gnashing her teeth, said, "Then let's

back to his hotel room, Emily

on the bed, "You're really

towards the

bottle.

the cap,

started to

"Water, water, Emily..."

Emily: ...

breath and walked over to the bed with

his arm, reaching

go as she prepared to get another bottle

and the opened bottle

picked up the fallen bottle, half-empty by

"Could you

looked pitiful, "It keeps

Moving?

"What do you

too?" The lifted his hand, cupping her face, "Stop moving,

there so

"You're really drunk."

were pressed by his palms, her lips pouting, "Forget