Chapter 1232


    Georgia blinked, snapping back to reality. She turned to her friend with a half-smile and said, "Go


    ahead and have fun. Don''t wait up for me."


    With a serious look etched across her face, she trailed behind ric.


    Georgia''s friend knew better than to intrude. She understood Georgia''s need to handle her own affairs


    and thus stayed back, allowing her the space she desired.


    ric, steadying a limp Hertha, stumbled out of the buzzing bar. He nced around at the city''s


    nightlife that was alight with the neon glow of signs and the dizzying shes of lights. His vision blurred,


    casting double images, and his head swam with dizziness.


    He shook his head, trying to sober up, but the world only spun faster. He swayed, nearly copsing and


    taking Hertha down with him. Thankfully, he staggered, crossing his legs awkwardly to regain his


    bnce while clutching Hertha, who was out cold, heavy as a sack of potatoes in his arms.


    As ric faltered, Hertha nearly slipped straight from his embrace, but with ast-ditch effort, he


    tightened his hold and pulled her back against him. She slumped against him, as limp as overcooked


    spaghetti.


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    ric teased, "Hertha, you haven''t been skipping meals, have you? You''re as heavy as a Thanksgiving


    turkey!"


    He remembered Hertha''s recent weight loss sess. She had slimmed down, so much so that he had


    blurted out she looked like a "skinny monkey" and not in a ttering way. Perhaps spurred by his


    insensitivement, she had bounced back to her former self in just a couple of months.


    A little plush, with a slender face and curves in all the right ces.


    Now as ric enclosed her waist, his hands sank into the soft, cushiony feel of her, not bad at all.


    Unconscious, Hertha leaned on ric''s shoulder, unresponsive to his banter.


    ric yfully prodded her chin, his eyes squinted teasingly at her. "Like a pig. Drinking with a man out


    in the open and getting so stered. Aren''t you worried about what I might do?"


    But Hertha was out for the count, hearing none of his words.


    Georgia watched as ric, swaying in the middle of the street with Hertha in his arms, made his way to


    a nearby hotel. She was about to approach and offer help when ric looked up, set his sights on the


    hotel beside the bar, and decisively walked Hertha towards it.


    ric had intended to drive Hertha home, but upon leaving the bar, he realized he was too intoxicated


    too to get behind the wheel. He considered calling a cab, but then he didn''t know where Hertha lived,


    and his head was spinning so badly that he feared he might pass out in the cab and leave Hertha


    unprotected.


    So, ric decided to check into a nearby hotel, get a room for Hertha to sleep off the alcohol, and wait


    until morning to ensure she got home safely.


    He entered the hotel lobby.


    Seething, Georgia quickened her pace, getting ahead of ric and purposely waiting in the elevator for


    him toe.


    ric''s head was lolling, his consciousness waning, yet his arms were locked firmly around Hertha.


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    All that existed for him was the path to the room where he could put Hertha to rest. He was oblivious to


    anything else around him.