Young Bride in a Lightning Marriage: Never Tired of Mr. Leon's Love

Yitty's display of strength left the front desk receptionist dumbfounded, wondering if the delicate-looking Yitty was actually a guy in disguise. Back in the room, Yitty dropped Cillian onto the bed with a hint of annoyance. "You're heavier than you look. You almost wore me out..."

Cillian, jostled by the drop, felt a wave of nausea and grimaced. He called out for Lucy in his sleep. "Lucy... please, don't leave..."

To prevent a mess, Yitty placed a trash can by the bed and coaxed Cillian closer, making sure his head was aimed at it. She then gently tapped his cheek, saying, "Cillian, if you're gonna be sick, aim for the trash can, okay?"

He murmured a faint acknowledgment.

Cillian let out a soft grunt, which was enough for Yitty to know he was somewhat conscious. She headed off to the bathroom, letting the sound of the running water wash away her worries.

She even indulged in a leisurely bath. Her eyes were clear and alert, betraying no sign of inebriation. It almost made someone question whether her drink had been nothing but water.

When she emerged, Cillian had not made a mess of himself, but he was lying on the floor in a tangle of limbs. Yitty sighed and went over to help him up, her perfume wafting into his nose.

gazing down at him with concern. Tears sprang to Cillian's eyes, and he wrapped his arms around Yitty in a tight embrace. "Lucy, is it really you? Have you come

to her desperately, but Yitty's patience snapped. She shoved him away. "Get a

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you love me?" Cillian ranted on. Lost in his drunken-illusion,

across the face.

Cillian was left dazed. Yitty let out a long breath, hoping he had

a

sake,

frenzy, Yitty

Cillian, who took it and heaved until he was woozy. Once he had emptied his stomach, he

room was revolting. There was no

yelled, livid. She hauled him onto the bed. She even peeled off his vomit-soaked clothes because the smell