Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel Chapter 2591

It had to be said that the aftereffects of white wine were intense.

My head felt heavy and muddled as I allowed Shannon to bring me back to the apartment.

“Oh, slow down you. Slow down!”

My legs did not feel like they belonged to me. I was a little shaky when I stood and needed Shannon to support me to force myself to walk.

Spread out on the soda, Shannon grabbed a blanket and covered me.

She took a seat to the side while waving her hands. "I can't carry you anymore. I already told you not to drink, but you still wanted to force yourself.”

I felt more comfortable leaning against the sofa. "I'll just sleep. You go home."

"Can I go back with you like this?"

"It's really alright. You’d better go back soon. I'm already home. What are you still worried about?”

I did not want her to go back too late. She had not even had dinner yet.

Shannon looked at me doubtfully. “Are you sure?”

“Of course. I’ll be fine after some sleep. You shouldn’t stay here and disturb me.” I waved my hand, gesturing for her to skedaddle.

“Alright, alright. Remember to call me if you need anything, then. I’m leaving now. Bye.”

“Bye-bye.”

I felt at ease the moment I heard the door close.

Yet it was at that moment when I relaxed that I unconsciously felt like throwing up. I pulled the trash can over and threw up. I did not eat anything that night but vomited everything I ate during the day. Nausea only let go of its grip on me after I had nothing else to throw up.

I grabbed a few tissues and wiped my mouth, then lay back down on the sofa.

“I feel much better now."

Dazed, I fell asleep. In the dimness, it felt as if a broad embrace had carried me to bed. That person even covered me with a blanket with gentle movements.

I really could not pry open my eyes, however, and could only catch the familiar smell.

When I woke up, it was already the next day and there was no one else in the apartment.

I was, indeed, in my room.