You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 880

With great difficulty, he carried her to the door of the room, put her down, wrapped one hand around her waist, propped one hand on the edge of the door, and asked, "Where is your room card?"

Joyce was confused, "What card? What card do you want?"

She suddenly pushed him away with great force, and she fell on the door of the room entirely, slapping it with great force.

"I, command you! Open it now!"

She shouted at the door of the room, "Open sesame.

“Open the door! Open the door!"

Luther held his forehead and frowned.

How much did she even drink? Damn it!

He figured that maybe her room card was in her handbag, which he had just left the car. They were in such a hurry just now that they didn't have time to get her handbag, and her mink shawl.

Of course, he didn’t have an extra hand for that. After all, he had to wrap her in his suit and hold her in his arms.

Right now, he would have to carry her back to his room first.

Later, he could go back to the car and get her stuff, and then take her back to her room.

He frowned and stiffened up and picked her up again who was reclining against the door, "Stop it."

Back in his presidential suite, he laid her flat on top of the sofa.

Just as he was about to get up, she grabbed his arm.

She smiled an enchanting smile, "Handsome, you keep me company and we can have a few more drinks. How much is it? I'll pay you."

She felt around in her pockets, as if she was looking for her handbag, "Huh, where's the card? Where's my card?"

Damn, did this woman take him for gigolos again? Obviously she could not drink, but now she was so drunk and crazy.

"Stop it, I'll go sober you up."

He thought that he would have to go to the pharmacy to buy her some sobriety pills.

She was just too drunk.

However, he had underestimated the explosive power of a drunk woman.

She pulled hard at him.