Perfect Mysterious Husband novel Chapter 1335

Sound asleep, Olivia felt extremely dizzy being pulled up, so she immediately said angrily, "Who is it? Let go of me!"

Her voice was so full of energy that there wasn't a hint of drunkenness in it.

If it weren't for her flushed face and neck, there was no way to tell she was drunk.

Seeing her like this, Sam grew angrier by the minute, and his grip on her tightened nearly crushing her arm. "For a girl, don't you know to weigh your ability to drink? Are you planning to let others take you away after getting drunk?

Drunk assault happened way too often in bars.

It was one thing to be ravished but some would wake up with an organ missing, or worse, dead.

As a girl, didn't she know to protect herself?

Sam was so angry with her that his head hurt; even his temple throbbed as well. His grip on Olivia's arm gradually increased as well.

It wasn't until Olivia couldn't take it anymore that she said with sobs, "It hurts..."

Only then did Sam come to his senses and let go of her.

Olivia looked at him pitifully, pouting. "Why do you have to be so fierce? I like drinking. What does it have to do with you? Let go of me."

Sam was at a loss for words.

The girl in front of him had suddenly turned into a girly girl. Not only that, even her expression and tone were that of a child's.

She had been fierce one second ago, but who would've thought she would begin feeling aggrieved the next second?

Sam was confused by her reaction, but he was very clear that the most important thing at the moment was to take her home first.

Therefore, Sam didn't continue to talk nonsense with her but said coldly, "Let's talk about it when we get back."

It was too chaotic here, and it wasn't a good place to talk.

Sam tried to pull Olivia out, but she didn't want to move at all. She just stood there and even wrapped her arm around the bar stool.

"What are you trying to do? Don't tell me you want to stay here and drink?"

Silent, Olivia squatted with the arm around the bar stool. It wasn't until after a long time that she looked up at Sam lazily.

"I want you to carry me home."

Sam was gobsmacked.

For a moment, he thought he had misheard.

"What did you say?"

Olivia emphasized seriously, "Carry me home."

Then she lowered her head and said pitifully, "I'm dizzy. I can't move."

Hearing that, the bartender couldn't help bursting into laughter. He had already advised Sam to carry her out, but he didn't listen. He wanted to see if he had the guts to reject now that she had requested.

Sam studied Oliva for a while and concluded that she didn't know what she was talking about as she was dead drunk. Moreover, she was probably not well, seeing how red she looked.

Thinking of this, he pursed his lips and walked forward, squatting down in front of Olivia.

"I'll carry you on my back, okay?"

"Carry me on your back?"

Hearing this, Olivia looked up at him curiously and asked, "Can't you carry me in your arms?"

"You'll feel better if I carry you on my back. You can rest on my shoulder then."

"Oh." Olivia seemed quite satisfied with his explanation. She nodded and showed a sweet smile. "Okay, carry me on your back then!"