CHAPTER 203: CHAPTER 203: FINISH THE DRINK, I’LL GO HOME WITH YOU

Sheila Yardley held the bottle, using the glass she had just drunk from, still with some remaining wine, tilted the bottle, and filled the glass to the brim until the wine overflowed onto the table.

She lifted the glass towards Caleb Grant, her hand slightly shaking, spilling some wine, and said with a silly smile, "Finish this glass, and I’ll go back with you."

Caleb Grant looked at the full glass of wine in her hand, frowned, and said nothing.

He ran a bar himself, so he naturally recognized what kind of wine it was.

"Such a buzzkill," murmured Sheila Yardley as she prepared to put the glass back on the bar.

Before the glass could be set down, a hand reached out and took it away.

She followed the hand up with her eyes and saw Caleb Grant bringing the glass to his lips, tilting his head back to drink.

Accompanied by the rolling of his Adam’s apple, the wine in the glass quickly disappeared.

The onlookers couldn’t help but gasp.

First, they admired Caleb Grant’s ability to drink such strong alcohol like it was water, and second, they were curious about the identity of the woman who could manage Caleb Grant.

Seeing Caleb Grant turn the glass upside down, not a drop left, Sheila Yardley smiled, her inebriation making her grin a bit silly.

She patted the empty stool next to her, saying, "Sit down, keep drinking."

Caleb Grant locked his eyebrows and looked at her for two seconds, unsure how sober she was now.

He sat down next to her, ordered another glass from the waiter, and filled both glasses with wine.

"Cheers," she said, holding her glass, clinking it against the other, trying to drink it all in one go like he had earlier.

But apparently, she couldn’t handle it, taking a sip and pausing for quite a while.

Caleb Grant didn’t stop her, waiting until she drank half the glass, drunk beyond recognition, only then did he stand up, took off his coat, wrapped it around her provocatively dressed body, and lifted her from the chair.

In her drunken state, she instinctively clung tightly to his neck, her body struggling a bit but weakly, without effect.

As her feet moved, her high-heel shoes fell to the floor, and he glanced down, his subordinate following quickly to pick them up.

They quickly found a hotel, but as soon as they entered the elevator, she vomited, face against his chest, spilling all over him.

Caleb Grant kept a cold face, frowning, the people following didn’t dare to breathe, just paving the way and opening doors.

For someone with such a good tolerance like Caleb Grant, that glass of wine was hard to handle.

Although not drunk, it still burned him inside.

For someone like her, who couldn’t drink at all, that half glass was too much for her.

Once they got to the hotel room, Caleb Grant took off his coat, the vomit after soaking into it had reached his shirt beneath, emitting a sour smell.

He didn’t bother to clean himself, throwing her into the bathtub, already annoyed with the clothes she wore, he directly undressed her.

She was entirely unconscious, her body sliding downward uncontrollably in the bathtub, Caleb Grant held her with one hand, using the other to wash away the mess from her face and hair.

He probably never thought, one day, he’d deal with such things.

If it were someone else, he probably would have left them on the road long ago.

What angered him most wasn’t all that, but after finally getting her clean and settled in bed, himself cleaned up, stepping out of the shower, he found she had vomited again, directly on the pillow, smearing her face and hair.

Having struggled half of the night, the worn-out Caleb Grant, who hadn’t rested much these past two days, couldn’t endure any longer, ensuring she was soundly asleep, he leaned against the sofa nearby and drifted off.

Around daybreak, it started raining, in the thunder and lightning, Sheila Yardley woke up.

Her head throbbed, feeling dazed, she sat up on the bed, surveyed her surroundings, and saw Caleb Grant asleep on the sofa.

She stared blankly for a while, not knowing what she was thinking, vaguely remembering last night’s events, but too lazy to figure out exactly what happened.

Seeing herself in the hotel’s bathrobe, she wasn’t curious about who changed her, went to the bathroom, returned to bed.

Faced the window, watching the lightning and listening to the storm, her heart was indescribably calm, never having been so serene since meeting him.

When one doesn’t worry about losing something, it seems there’s nothing to fear.

Facing the window, Sheila Yardley didn’t realize someone was quietly watching her from behind.

Caleb Grant made no movement or sound, after a while, seeing Sheila Yardley turn over, finding a comfortable position, falling back asleep.

He also slowly closed his eyes but didn’t sleep again, waited until after six, instructed his men to bring over clothes.

Once dressed, he laid out the outfit he had prepared for Sheila Yardley from his car on her pillow.

Then, took her clothes from yesterday, wrapped them in a plastic bag, threw them into a trash can on his way out the door.

When Sheila Yardley woke up again, it was already past ten, feeling much more at ease.

Sitting up, she saw Caleb Grant at the window, browsing his laptop.

Without saying anything, ignoring his presence, she went to the bathroom to change into the outfit Caleb Grant prepared.

A light pink dress, with balloon sleeves, reaching her ankles, the length probably being the reason for Caleb Grant’s choice.

Once she finished washing up, emerged from the bathroom, Caleb Grant stood by the door, scrutinized her briefly, asked, "Feeling better?"

Sheila Yardley glanced at him, said nothing.

"I had congee sent over, it’s still hot, go and eat."

Sheila Yardley eyed the breakfast on the table, walked over, picked up the bowl, and took a sip.

Caleb Grant sighed in relief, her willingness to eat was a good sign.

After half a bowl, Sheila Yardley went to the balcony, looking down from the high building.

The rain still fell, turning everything into a blur.

Hearing footsteps behind her, in the next moment Caleb Grant stood beside her.

Sheila Yardley glanced, looked up at Caleb Grant, smiled, and said, "Boss Grant, with all your abilities, are you worried I’ll run? Do you have to follow me around so closely?"

"If you have something to say, just say it, I’ll try to satisfy you if I can, there’s no need to joke around with your body."

Sheila Yardley turned her gaze away from him, looked ahead at the distance, smiling leisurely, said, "Mr. Grant, you approached me and my family from the start, step by step plotting, was it just to have my body?"