Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 5274

Seeing as it was getting late, Heather could not help but say in a low voice to Ambrose. "Brother Ambrose, I should probably get some rest now. It's been quite a while, and the baby might have woken up."

Heather had taken care of the child for the past few days, and she had developed a sense of deep affection for the child in the meantime. However, it was easy for her to feel somewhat empty without having the baby around.

At the look on her face, Ambrose chuckled. "Alright, I'll get some rest too. Let's go together."

As he spoke, Ambrose stood to say apologetically to Chester and the rest. "Uncle Zhu Bajie, Uncle Chester, please feel free to continue. I've had enough to drink, so I'm going to go back to get some rest."

As he spoke, he grasped Heather's hand tightly in his.

Despite spending every day together and being positively inseparable, it was still not enough for Ambrose.

After Ambrose spoke, Zhu Bajie shook his head vigorously. "Hey! How can you say you've had enough to drink so early on at such a young age? No leaving for you. Have a few more drinks with me. Your father isn't here! You're going to take his drinks for him."

As he spoke, Zhu Bajie was just about to pour Ambrose another drink when Chester stopped him.

"Brother Zhu Bajie," Chester said with a hearty grin, "Can't you tell? It's not that the boy's drunk enough. He wants to go back to have his fun."

Zhu Bajie stopped short before his gaze fell onto Heather and Ambrose's intertwined hands. He instantly understood what was going on and smacked his forehead.

"Haha! I see that's the case. Well then, I guess I'll let you off this time."

As he spoke, Zhu could not help but look Heather up and down appreciatively as he marveled, "I have to say… This young man is just as lucky as his father with his love life. You're a real beauty, lady. Perfect looks. Take good care of her, young man."

Heather's face flushed red at Zhu Bajie's teasing as she could not come up with a response immediately.

Ambrose scratched his head, and a goofy smile appeared on his face. "I won't let my Heater down."

As he spoke, he waved goodbye to everyone before leaving the main hall with Heather.

Once outside, Heather clutched at Ambrose's arm as her expression was laced with worry. "Ambrose, you've had quite a bit to drink tonight. Are you feeling alright? How about I send you back to your room?"

Ambrose chuckled at her concern. "I'm the leader of the Elysium Gate. Did you really think I'd get drunk that easily? Come on, let me take you back."