Chapter 209
Chapter 209 Are You Going to Leave Me Again?
Getting picked on?
I followed his pointing finger and spotted the ck dog that had been growling nearby the whole time.
Protecting it?
Did he mean the big golden retriever he was holding?
For a split second, I almost burst intoughter, but then I was caught between chuckles and tears. The
moment he handed me the fluffy golden retriever and shakily got back on its feet, leaning against the
wall, he pointed at the ck dog andmanded, “Come over here and say you’re sorry!”
The ck dog, spooked by the sudden movement, tucked its tail and scooted back a few steps. It
seemed to respect the golden retriever’s size and did not run, just kept a wary distance.
When the ck dog did not budge, Idris strode right up to it.
I had figured the golden retriever was probably picked on by the ck dog, which was why it had not
scampered off. However, after a quick check, I found the golden retriever was injury- free and as perky
as ever. It must have figured Idris was going after the ck dog because it started to frolic and wag its
tail, following right behind him.
The ck dog would not move, and the golden retriever did not want to get too close. It did not take
long for Idris to grab it and haul it by the scruff into an alley.
The golden retriever, not at all worried, just happily tagged along, tail wagging, as Idris held the ck
dog by the neck. The ck dog did not dare snap at Idris, who lectured, “You’d better not bully your
friend again, or else…”
He paused, ncing down at the ck dog’s underside, and that’s when I caught sight of the ck
dog’s little red ‘embarrassment‘./
I was suddenly breathless. Was this the ‘bullying‘ Idris was talking about?
He was definitely stered, and not just a little tipsy. Why should he care if two lovestruck dogs were
having a midnight romp in the alley? There he was, giving the ck dog a piece of
his mind.
I could not help but listen as he rambled on to the ck dog, his words a jumbled mess. He kept
repeating the same six words, “Don’t you dare bully yourdy!”
Man, I really wish I had brought my phone. This was one of those moments I wished I could capture
and y back for him in the morning.
Trying not to crack up, I called out to Idris, but he was on a mission, dead set on getting an apology
from the ck dog and the golden retriever. I knew if I did not pull him away, he might just orchestrate a
doggy wedding right then and there.
The ck dog, clearly fed up with his antics, saw its chance to escape when I grabbed Idris.
It backed off a good distance, barking at the golden retriever, probably trying to convince it to make a
run for it. The golden retriever was having none of it, happily hopping around Idris, not ready to leave
his side.
Chapter 209 Are You Going to Leave Me Again?
Idris, reluctantly dragged by me, gave me a puzzled look and asked, “What’s up? Where are we
headed?“”
“Home,” I said, knowing full well the state he was in.
The word ‘home‘ seemed to sober him up a bit, and he followed me without protest. But after a few
steps, he paused, as if he had just thought of something, and started fishing in his pockets.
I raised an eyebrow at him. “What’s up? Lose something?”
He pulled out a bank card and flung it at the ck dog, dering, “Here, go buy a house and marry
your sweetheart.”
The ck dog, thinking it was under attack, skittered back in a panic.
I was totally freaking out as I watched the ck card fly out of his hand and into the night. I pped my
forehead in disbelief. That card was worth a fortune, and he just chucked it away like it was nothing.
Tossing it to a person would be one thing, but to a dog, and for a wedding, no less… This guy was a
piece of work.
I bit back the snarkyments bubbling up at the sight of the drunken mess and retrieved the
card.
Lips pressed together, I steeled myself and hauled him back to the car. After that whole ordeal, it was
already one in the morning.
Worn out, I drove him to Clearwater Residence.
Idris was slumped in the seat, so still I thought he was out cold. I debated whether to let him crash in
the car or to haul him inside. That was when his eyes snapped open, and he looked at me. Those deep
ck eyes that usually seemed so cold now looked almost… innocent.
His
gaze made me feel oddly guilty. “We’re home,” I said. “I’ll take you inside.”
He cocked his head, peering at the vi, and asked, “Where is this? You’re not ditching me again, are
you?”
Again? Ditching?
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I swallowed the lump in my throat and fought the urge to p my forehead again. “This is your ce,
dude. You’re home.”
Chapter 210 But what if you can’t find your way out?