Chapter 80

-Willow-

“Just a tiny bit,” I insisted, holding up the toast with some jam on it to Carter.

He shook his head and instead poured more whisky into his coffee mug, which was no longer 90 percent coffee and 10 percent alcohol. Now it was the other way around.

“Come on, Carter, that’s not breakfast,” I pointed out and pressed the toast to his lips, but he turned his head and sipped his alcoholic coffee instead.

“It’s better than breakfast,” he stated.

“We both know that is a lie. Look at you!” I said that and gestured to him. “Have you slept?”

“No.”

“And you’re not eating either. It’s not good,” I told him.

“I am eating,” he said, holding up his mug.

“That’s not food.”

“It’s my hangover cure.”

“How? It’s making you drunk.”

“So I don’t get hungover,” he countered, smiling smugly.

I rolled my eyes, then pressed the toast to his lips again.

“Eat!”

“Woman!” he scolded, grabbing my wrist and pushing the toast away. “I am not a baby!”

“Then why do you act as one?"

He looked anno