CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-THREE
ROXANNE'S POV
"Let's take him in," Tarella's husband said, and proceeded before I even replied a word.
There was no need for a reply from my end. It was obvious that he needed help to get in and that the only person around who was capable of helping, was him.
"Key?" He asked, stopping just metres away from the door.
I fondled for the key in my handbag and handed it over to him. I had taken care to be putting my key at a convenient place where I could easily reach.
He opened the door and steadied one of Edward's hands on his while using his hands to help him from the waist.
That was the only logical and less stressful way that was available.
I silently thanked Tarella for sending her man to walk me to my door.
He was indeed very helpful, for I wouldn't have ever dreamed of carrying or even helping anyone who was bulky as Edward, in his drunk state.
