It was already past ten at night. Leaving a drunken woman alone in the bar was naturally unsafe.
After a short while, Dean made his way to Moonlight Pub. He was so hasty, and he was still in his home slippers.
After paying the bill, he helped Summer to her feet and walked out of the pub with her.
All the walking sobered Summer up a little. She looked at him for a while and said dizzily, "What brought you here?"
"I called you but the bartender picked up instead, he told me you are here."
"You called me?" Dean turned double before multiplying in front of her eyes. She shook her head and said, "Impossible...my phone is switched off...how
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She did not even bother to look at her phone when Mark called her, switching it off right away. It was just that she failed to recall.
Her phone was switched back on because Sherman needed to use it after her phone died.
Dean handed Summer her phone, "Look."
"Oops, the screen is on..." She blinked in surprise. She then tossed her phone right into her bag and smiled at Dean, "It's off now..."
Her fair cheeks were flushed, and along with that pure smile, Dean's heart raced. He let out a little cough strangely, and turned his masculine face away.
The sky was pitch dark, and she was struggling to walk on her own. Dean wanted to send her home, but she kicked up a fuss, refusing to go back. She even sat down in the middle of the road to protest shamelessly.
Dean had no idea what to do with her. He wanted to bring her to a hotel, but he was worried that she would be left unattended if she felt unwell later at night.
After a momentary contemplation, he helped her up to his car and fastened her seatbelt before driving towards the direction of his house.
In Valentine Mansion.
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