Hearing the familiar voice, Carl froze.
After a few seconds, Carl slowly turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice.
Jessica returned. She was standing beside him with a cup of tea, looking down at him.
Carl was delighted, but then he thought his posture was so ugly now, so he struggled to get up.
But he couldn't.
Jessica sighed helplessly. She put the tea aside and bent down to help Carl.
Unexpectedly, Carl shook off her hand and said, "Are you looking down on me? I can get up on my own!"
Jessica watched as Carl got up and fell down.
After several times, she could not bear to watch any longer and directly dragged Carl to the
sofa on the side.
Carl was too weak to break free from her and could only shout, "I am your boss. Won't you feel sorry for treating me like this?"
Jessica ignored him. She turned back and brought the cup of tea to Carl.
Carl took it and drank. Carl choked, but he finished the whole cup of tea anyway.
Jessica took a napkin and stuffed it into his hand, signaling him to wipe the water off the corner of his mouth.
Carl did not move. So Jessica picked up the tissue and helped him wipe it.
As soon as she reached out to him, Carl grabbed her hand. Because of the alcohol, he looked fragile. He looked at Jessica like an innocent child.
Jessica avoided Carl's gaze awkwardly, but Carl would not let her go and tilted his head to
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