Owen put a hand to his forehead. The scene was so much like the first time the two of them had met. The drunk woman got into the wrong car while drunk, but she felt justified.
"You're not allowed to drink again, understand?" Owen said as he settled Anita on the sofa.
"And you said you were going to comfort me. I have to come and take care of you in this situation," Owen said to Anita, who didn't respond.
Suddenly, Anita reached out and hugged Owen. "You know what, Owen? I'm so happy that we're married."
Owen froze at Anita's words. It was undeniable that these words had moved Owen, because he had always felt lucky to have met Anita.
"Anita, you're drunk. I'll walk you back to your room." Owen, thinking that Anita would probably say something else, waited, but she seemed to be asleep. Nothing happened.
Looking at Anita, Owen didn't know what to say. All he could do was bend down, pick Anita up in his arms, and walk towards the room.
