Chapter 1113 You Should Take Me Home


    Laney gave J''s shoulder a reassuring pat and beamed. "Go on ahead. I''ll arrange for L to


    give you a ride."


    J hastened downstairs and got into the car. Within a matter of minutes, the vehicle vanished


    around the bend.


    Laney retreated to her room and messaged Garrett, inquiring when he would return.


    Garrett could handle his alcohol well. He must have just feigned to be intoxicated earlier. Laney


    already had a theory to the issue in her heart.


    It appeared to Laney that Brandon orchestrated the entire scenario for Garrett to act out.


    L drove J to the club''s entrance, following the provided address.


    "Mrs. Larson, this club is a melting pot of different people. Would you prefer that I apany you


    inside?" L unfastened her seat belt and prepared to exit the car.


    "It''s okay. I know some people inside. You can wait for me here." J reassured L as she


    stepped out of the car and headed toward the club.


    As J searched for Brandon, she unexpectedly ran into Garrett, who was walking toward her.


    Garrett held himself against the wall while his back bent as if he had just puked. Upon catching


    sight of J, he lifted his quivering digits and gestured towards a nearby room, remarking, "You''ve


    finally arrived. Brandon is in that room over there. Go check on him. I''m quite intoxicated, so I''ll step


    outside to get some fresh air."


    "I will. The automobile is conveniently parked outside. If you feel uneasy, you may ask L to drive


    you home first." As J prepared to make her way over, she detected something amiss and


    inquired, "How did you know I was going toe here, Garrett? I attempted to contact Brandon


    earlier, but he did not respond any of my calls."


    Abruptly, Garrett''s vision appeared to sharpen. He cursed, hunched over, and retched a few times.


    His speech was vague as he muttered, "I thought it was Brandon who informed you..."


    "Please articte clearly. I am unable toprehend your words." As J prepared to listen


    attentively, the door to the adjacent room abruptly swung open. Drunk, Brandon utilized the


    doorknob for support, struggling to maintain his bnce as he staggered forward.


    J hurriedly approached and gripped Brandon''s arm, and he leaned against her for support.


    Brandon rested his face against J''s long hair and remarked in a low, husky tone, "You smell like


    my wife."


    After inhaling deeply twice, Brandon ced his hand on J''s waist and gazed upon her chest,


    inquiring, "Are you wearing my preferred style?"


    Brandon reached towards J''s chest, causing her to swiftly swat his hand away, her face flushing


    with embarrassment. "Brandon, please be serious! Otherwise, I will just leave you alone in this


    ce."


    J appeared to havemunicated effectively as he stood uppliantly and positioned


    himself behind her.


    J wiped the sweat from her forehead, as she hadn''t anticipated Brandon to bepletely


    drunk.


    "Shall we head back home?" J leaned over and gently patted his back.


    "You just said that you would abandon me here..." Brandon''s eyes darkened with a pained


    expression


    as he appeared physically unstable, with weak legs and an almostical appearance as though


    he might stumble.


    J was helpless. J crouched down, cing her hands on her knees, and gazed up at


    Brandon wholeheartedly as she spoke, "I was only joking. Please don''t be upset, alright?"


    Brandon remained silent. J made a significant effort to help him stand up straight.


    Despite his intoxicated state, Brandon disyed surprising strength as he pulled J in front of


    him and said confidently, "Make me a promise, and I''ll go home with you."


    "Sure. I will promise you anything, alright?" J smiled forcefully, realizing she had no other option


    but to agree to Brandon''s request, lest she spent the entire night there with him.


    Garrett shot Brandon a suggestive wink and discreetly began to slip away, pressing himself against


    the wall.


    "Halt, Garrett!" Unexpectedly, J turned her gaze toward him.


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    Garrett had no choice but to feign drunkenness and responded vaguely, "What''s the matter? All I


    want to do is go home early and see Laney."


    "Could you please assist me in carry Brandon to the car? He''s too heavy for me to lift alone." J


    sighed helplessly and acknowledged that Brandon handled his drinking terribly.


    Garrett nodded in agreement and grabbed Brandon''s arm to assist J. As Garrett unintentionally


    locked eyes with Brandon''s cold gaze, he immediately grasped the meaning behind his stare. He


    inwardly disregarded and feigned a moment of carelessness, releasing Brandon''s hand.