Wayne Bailey seemed to have drunk quite a bit, his eyes slightly intoxicated, staggering at the door.
Wilfred helped him in, only to be pushed away with an outstretched hand: "Get out, get out."
"Young Master, then you should sleep... and rest early?"
Wayne Bailey's gaze was split by red light: "Out!!"
"Ms. Jadwin, the young master may be a bit drunk, please take good care of him tonight."
"Mhm." Anna Jadwin got up from the sofa and approached him.
Wilfred closed the door, and the drunken big boss could no longer show off, mumbling Anna Jadwin's name all the time.
If he misses her, why not come back? Ms. Jadwin is still at home waiting, who knows when she'll leave, and there will be nothing but regret.
"Wayne Bailey, have you been drinking?" Anna Jadwin walked up to him, staring at his staggering figure.
She reached out to take off his thin coat and placed it on a nearby rack.
Supporting his arm, "go sit on the bed, I'll get some water for you to wipe."
