Several female colleagues looked at each other again in amazement, Melissa was surprised but also cautiously said, “Blanche, why don’t …… we help you too.”
“No need, it’s not a big deal, he’s also somewhat conscious, you guys go back first, I’ll take him to wake up.”
“You have to be careful then, oh.” She was a little worried.
Blanche nodded, “It’s okay, I’ve practiced.”
Melissa looked at her with admiration at the ease with which she was carrying Kent, but she was quickly dragged away by the other women.
There was no room in the taxi for that many people, so Blanche had to let the three of them go back and call another car on her own.
Kent’s steps were a little wobbly, and several times she didn’t pay attention to the assistance and was about to fall to the ground, so she didn’t dare let go of her hand.
When she got back to the hotel, she expertly pressed the floor where his room was located.
“Kent, where did you leave your room card?”
“Hmm?”
“The room card!”
“Blanche ……”
“In.”
“……”
Again the man fell silent, leaving her with no real choice but to get on her own and go straight to the pockets of his top and bottom clothes.
It was half a dozen times before she finally found his room card in his trouser pocket, yet the propped up man couldn’t help but stifle a grunt.
Blanche glanced at where her hand had landed and was instantly stunned, as if she …… had inadvertently touched something she shouldn’t?
“Ahem!”
Blanche cleared her throat unnaturally, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that, it’s just that you never told me where you put it so I had no choice but to go through your pockets ……”
If she’d known, she wouldn’t have bothered!
“Mmm.”
The man made a comfortable sound, as if he was enjoying himself immensely, and his half-squinted eyes were like those of a fox who hadn’t yet woken up, so she couldn’t help but be fascinated by it.
“Ding!”
The lift opened and Blanche gave herself a quick pat on the cheek to refresh herself in the shortest possible time.
She hadn’t come up to Kent’s room either, just looked at the door number and swiped her card before dropping him straight onto the bed.
The bed was bouncy and Kent bounced back and forth a bit before settling down, only his head was spinning.
Blanche quickly brought a basin of warm water to wipe his face, “Kent, are you all right? Do you want me to get you some sobriety pills?”
“Well ……”
The man still stammered, never fully spitting out a word.
Blanche finally ran out of ideas and had to give up, quickly wiping his cheeks before removing his jacket, only to then right him and the fluffy quilt to cover him immediately afterwards.
“Don’t go!”
Kent’s brow was furrowed as if he was having a nightmare.
“Mom ……”
Don’t go ……
Blanche’s heart suddenly felt like something had hit her, a flash of palpitations.
She looked at the sleeping man in the bed and the helpless look like a child, and her heart couldn’t help but tingle slightly.
“Don’t go, don’t leave me alone.”
He was fed up with being alone, and he didn’t dare to be alone, he wanted someone to stay with him ……
“Fine, fine.”
Blanche nodded repeatedly and moved to leave before returning to crouch down in front of the bed, “No, I’ll stay here with you, okay?”
She softened her voice, like a warbler’s song in the night, soft and melodious.
Kent’s tightly locked brow slowly relaxed, and her soft hand fell on his brow, stroking it lightly one by one.
Perhaps it was so comforting that the dream was dispelled.
Blanche’s hand was held tightly in his grip, and the few times she tried to free herself, she was unable to move as if she had been entangled in a vine, and she even wondered if the man on the bed was pretending to be asleep.
She even wondered if the man on the bed was pretending to be asleep, but her heart softened at the sight of the man’s closed eyes and the memory of her helplessness.
The second half of the night ……
Blanche couldn’t hold on any longer and leaned back on the side of the bed and fell asleep, while the man slowly opened his eyes.
He had always been able to drink, but tonight it was as if he was trying to get drunk, and he was dizzy without much alcohol in his stomach.
His large hand clasped tightly around the woman’s small, soft hand and he squeezed it, only then did he realize as an afterthought that he had dragged the woman out here.
“Blanche…… Blanche?”
He whispered her name close to her ear.
Blanche was sound asleep and couldn’t help but reach up and wave her hand carelessly in the air at the familiar and tingling voice in her ear complaining, “Stop it!”
She was really tired and couldn’t be woken up.
Kent was also awake at the moment and thoroughly unable to sleep.
He got up, carried the little woman to bed, and went straight into the bathroom to get rid of the smell of alcohol.
The woman’s body was also tainted with a little alcohol, not too strong, plus the ghostly cold scent of her body made him unable to resist coming a few points closer, as if to confirm whether that was the smell of her body.
“Hmm?”
Blanche woke up with a start, her drowsy eyes blinking furiously at the sight of the handsome face suddenly magnified in front of her, and raised her hand to rub it, as if wondering if she was dreaming.
Kent withdrew his eyes without moving, his gaze falling on her, “Awake?”
Blanche quickly discerned that she was in Kent’s bed and was instantly startled again, immediately jumping out of bed and apologizing slightly, “Sir Lewis I’m sorry, I …… didn’t mean to fall asleep, it’s just… …”
“What are you nervous about, I don’t blame you.” Kent waved his hand.
Blanche looked up at him cautiously, “What time did you wake up?”
She didn’t notice in the slightest.
After a quick glance, Blanche realised that his clothes had been changed into a bathrobe and the smell of alcohol had dissipated and all that was left was the refreshing scent of shower gel.
Kent noticed her gawking and couldn’t help but hook his lips in a teasing manner, “I woke up to find my clothes missing, did you help me take them off?”
“Yes ……” she nodded weakly, “but all I took off was you jacket!”
“How is that possible?” Kent loved watching her look nervous.
Blanche didn’t understand what he meant for a moment.
Kent was all innocent, “You said you only took off my jacket, but I woke up with none of my clothes left, Blanche, did you do something while I was asleep ……”
“Why, how is that possible!?”
Blanche almost choked on her own saliva and looked at him incredulously, looking nervous to the core, “Mister Lewis …… did you just wake up before you woke up and saw it wrong?”
The actual fact is that you can’t remember when you took off all of your clothes along with him! Could it be that she had sleepwalked after falling asleep?