"Don't follow me. Go and do your work now. I'm not drunk and can take care of both of us, okay." Jorge ordered all the helpers following him. But they still kept walking at a little distance from them.
"If I saw any of you behind me you will all die," Jorge hissed because he felt as if he was being followed by them unnecessarily. That instant the helpers dispersed for their lives.
"Hey, why are you shouting?" Jorge heard Miley mumbling sheepishly while she encircled her arms on his neck.
"Nothing Miley. Don't get disturbed and go back to sleep. We're almost near your room." Jorge whispered. They reached Miley's room and Jorge gently put Miley on her bed and pulled the comforter for her.
He sat on the bedside and stared at Miley's sleeping face that looked adorable and had a pink blush all over due to too much drinking that night. He removed some hair strands covering her face to see more of her beauty.
