Chapter 639

No one in the apartment drank often. Even during dinner parties, Colin often stopped before he got too drunk. The instant chicken soup sachets we had were given by Andrew's family since he often got drunk from his family dinners. We had never bought them.

And since no one ever got too drunk, those sachets had been collecting dust in the cabinet. Tonight, they proved themselves useful. In a sense, it was like a self-fulfilling prophecy—the existence of those chicken soup sachets made people drink.

Another hour went by after I showered, got changed, and drank the chicken soup. I wiped Colin and tucked him in. Completely drained, I flopped down onto the bed and refused to move. Colin was so heavy, and it hurt my back to take care of him. I wish I could kick him out of frustration.

In the restaurant, he could still talk with me properly. He even said so many romantic things to me. But as soon as we got inside the car, he passed out right away. I had to carry him all the way to the apart