Chapter 156 Sending Her Home


    The partysted until the early hours of dawn.


    Gerda and J got piss drunk, while the others who hadn''t joined in the drinkingpetition just


    had a lovely meal.


    Once they realized that J hadpletely wasted, they finally decided to call it a night.


    They had worked together to lift the two girls from their seats and carried them outside. "Hey, what


    should we do with these two? They''re drunk as a skunk."


    Christopher nced at the still unconscious J and cleared his throat. "I''ll send Lind home."


    "Oh yeah, you and J went to the same university, right?" One of their colleagues asked with a


    mischievous glint in her eye.


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    Christopher just smiled. "Yes, we were schoolmates." He was not particrly goodlooking, but he


    always looked neat, and had a calm and gentle demeanor that made people feel safe around him. It


    didn''t hurt that he was tall and had broad shoulders, too.


    Gerda opened her eyes then, and grinned. "I heard that you two are close. Didn''t you stand up for


    her when Ike deliberately targeted her?"


    "Aren''t you supposed to be drunk?" Everyone had turned to Gerda in surprise, and couldn''t help but


    admire her seemingly indestructible tolerance to alcohol.


    "I was just pretending. Lind is too stubborn for her own good. She knows she can''t handle her drink,


    but she still insisted. If I hadn''t acted like I was drunk, she would have kept at it until she had to be


    rushed to the ICU." Gerda paused and let out a loud burp, her face turning red as a tomato. "Well,


    then. Let Christopher send her back. We can leave it all up to him."


    After reaching a consensus, they hailed their respective taxis and split up.


    Christopher looked at J, who was slumped against the wall of the restaurant.


    The early autumn breeze was chilly, especially given the hour. Christopher took off his coat and


    draped it over J''s shoulders, then he put an arm around her waist to support her to the curb.


    His hold on her was loose and casual; he didn''t have any ulterior motive. He only wanted to see that


    J went home safely, and perhaps spend a little more time with her in the process.


    Christopher slung her purse over his neck and ushered J to the street. It wasn''t easy, seeing as


    he was practically dragging a dead weight. All the jostling must have woken her up, because J


    began to groan.


    "J?" Christopher leaned close and parted her messy hair to find her struggling to open her


    eyes. Her plump lips pursed as he tucked her locks behind her ear. "Are you all right? Do you feel


    ufortable anywhere?"


    "Be quiet. I want to get some sleep." J appeared to be sleep talking. She reached up with her


    slender fingers and scratched her nose. Before he knew it, she had settled into afortable


    position in his arms, and was sleeping soundly against his chest.


    "Okay... Sleep well." Christopher was unaware that he was sporting a huge grin at that moment. He


    had even forgotten the fact that J was already married.


    Shortly after, he called a taxi and put J in the backseat with much difficulty before flopping


    beside her.


    He then instructed the driver to drive on. Christopher only knew the name of J''s residential


    community, but he had no idea which apartment building she stayed in, let alone her unit number.


    The taxi sped into the night. Throughout the drive, Christopher sat stiff and virtually motionless.


    J''s head was nestled in the crook of his shoulder. Soon, he heard her muttering under her


    breath.


    He lowered his head and stared at her delicate face. "What? Can you say that again? I didn''t hear


    you clearly just now."


    J huffed, her eyshes fluttering slightly. "I said, aren''t you going to kiss me?"


    Christopher felt his ears burn. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath. "Do you know who I


    am?"


    He was just a man, after all—a man with feelings for her.


    "Why aren''t you kissing me already?" J ced a hand on his other shoulder and pulled him


    close. She sounded petnt, coy almost.


    Christopher leaned into her invitation, his hand pressing against the small of her back. He traced


    the curve of her cheek with his forefinger, pausing when his burning gaze fell on her lips. A muscle


    ticked at his jaw as he hesitated.