Chapter 812

Austin was kinda gobsmacked when he saw Everett. withdrew his hand from supporting Dorothy.

“Mr. Lopez, I-I’m sorry, I just meant to steady Ms. Sanchez, afraid that she might fall! Now that

you're here, I'll be on my way!”

He didn’t dare linger another second before he bolted away.

Everett frowned, his thick brows knitting together as he looked down at the woman in his arms.

“How much have you had to drink?”

At that, Dorothy lifted her head, squinted with a smile, and gestured three with her hand, then

changed it to five.

“Maybe... five drinks! Or maybe fifty! Everyone was having such a blast, and I... I was too...”

Everett sighed in resignation. Seeing her in this state, he knew walking was not an option, so he

bent down and scooped her up in a bridal carry.

The sudden move startled Dorothy! She began to flail desperately, “No, no, let me down! Austin,

don’t touch me, put me down!”

“...Dorothy, open your eyes and look!”

Just as Everett finished speaking, Dorothy smacked him across the face.

The slap echoed through the room, turning several heads their way.

“Put me down! I want to get down!”

Everett, having received a public slap to the face, his handsome features darkened a shade as his

voice grew deeper, “Dorothy! It’s me, Everett!”

“...Everett? Oh, right, Everett’s here.” Dorothy suddenly giggled for no apparent reason and

wrapped her arms around his neck, “He always shows up when I need him.”

Everett widened his eyes. He really didn’t know how to deal with a drunk, so he just lengthened his

stride and carried her out quickly.

Knowing Dorothy would surely want to see the kids tomorrow, which was the weekend, he hesitated

but ultimately decided to take her back to the Bay Residence.

Thinking there were plenty of rooms, he just had to not touch her, he figured.

Besides, if he left her at Karen’s tiny apartment alone, he wouldn’t feel comfortable. He’d end up

staying there anyway.

Upon arriving at Bay Residence with Dorothy in his arms, Langston noticed them.

“Whoa? What’s up with Mommy?”

“Yeah, Daddy, is Mommy sleeping?” Abigail sidled up too.

“She had a bit too much to drink. Let’s not disturb her, okay? She’ll play with you when she wakes

up tomorrow, all right?”

Abigail and Langston both nodded, giving a thumbs up.

Everett instinctively headed towards the master bedroom, but at the door, he felt it wasn’t quite

appropriate. So he turned and laid her down in the guest room.

This room was smaller than the master but still had all the necessary amenities, just never been

used.

Everett was a solitary guy and not keen on visitors. Even if the visitor was Jeffrey, he still couldn’t

overstay and had to scram by nightfall. So the guest room remained pristine.

“You need some hangover remedy? Are you feeling unwell?” he asked, noticing Dorothy’s furrowed

brow and gently smoothing her forehead with his hand.

Dorothy shook her head, half between wakefulness and sleep.

“Then… do you wanna throw up?”

Again, a shake of the head.

Everett let out a deep breath and decided to call Kevin to bring some hangover pills, just in case

she got uncomfortable in the middle of the night.

After he hung up, he turned to see Dorothy reaching out into the air from the bed.

“Everett...”

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“Everett, do you miss me?”