Anthony Young slowly sat up, his eyes blurry and unfocused from drunkenness.
Sophia Jackson said, "We need to head back now. Do you want me to call a waiter to help you?"
"No need." Anthony slowly stood up.
His body swayed unsteadily.
A few minutes later, Sophia helped Lyra Smith get into the car.
Turning around, she saw Anthony staggering over.
At this moment, Sophia was at a loss for words. She never expected that not only would Anthony get drunk, but Lyra too. This was too sinister.
Now only she could drive. Sophia reached out to help Anthony into the car, but he pushed her hand away: "Don't help me. What's with that swaying car in front? You go and steady it."
Sophia: "..."
After getting into the car, Anthony sat leaning, his eyes closed and his thick eyelashes casting a shadow on his eyelids. He was handsome to begin with, and now that he was drunk, his cheeks were tinged with a faint flush, making him desirable from any visual angle.
