Chapter 140


    Chapter 140 Let My Wife Pick Me up


    Boris rubbed his temples and waved to Nell.


    “Are you going home, Mr. Lewis?” Nell walked over.


    “I’m drunk,” he said, looking at him.


    Nell looked into his dark and deep eyes, and no matter how he looked, he didn’t seem drunk


    But he still said, “Mr. Lewis, shall I take you home?”


    “I’m drunk.” Boris repeated expressionlessly.


    Nell’s mouth twitched. “Alright, Mr. Lewis, you’re drunk.”


    Boris paused for a moment, “I want to go home.”


    “Then let me take you.” Nell dutifully said because Boris is a bit drunk as his temper had be even


    stranger.


    “Who asked you to take me?” Boris red at him, “Call my wife and ask her to pick me up.”


    His wife?


    Nell was quite shocked.


    He nced suspiciously at Boris and cleared his throat, “Mr. Lewis, are you referring to Miss Scott?”


    Boris tugged at his cor irritably. “Are you going to call or not?”


    Nell didn’t quite understand what was going on today.


    If he remembered correctly, when he went to pick up Mr. Lewis, he had that look of wanting to eat


    people, like he had just had an argument with Miss Scott.


    Miss Scott was not like before, now she wouldn’t bother with him even if they didn’t argue. If they did


    argue, would


    she care whether he was drunk or not?


    Nell originally wanted to advise him not to disgrace himself, but when Nell met his disdainful gaze, he


    immediately


    held his tongue.


    He cleared his throat and dialed Ziana’s number.


    “Put it on speakerphone,” Boris suddenly reminded him.


    Nell quicklyplied.


    “Beep-”


    After a few seconds.


    “Sorry, the user you dialed is currently switched off, please try againter. Sorry, the number…”


    Nell looked embarrassed, his toes almost digging through the floor. “Um, Mr. Lewis, Miss Scott’s phone


    is off.”


    “I heard that!” Boris chuckled with irritation, “You take me home.”


    Nell kept his eyes down, afraid to even breathe, and said, “Yes!”


    Half an hourter.


    Nell supported Boris and stood at the door of Room 606.


    “I’ll go in by myself.” Boris suddenly said.


    He remembered that before he left, Ziana was wearing thin, her graceful figure wrapped in a


    nightgown, enticing and


    tempting.


    Nell didn’t understand, but seeing him like this, he couldn’t help but say worriedly, “Mr. Lewis, are you


    sure you can manage on your own?”


    Boris pushed him away, swiped his card to enter the room, and solemnly repeated, “Don’t follow me in.”


    He opened a small gap and slipped in, casually closing the door, leaving Nell baffled.


    What was he doing?


    Why was Boris acting like he was guarding against a thief?


    Inside the room.


    The bedsidemp that had been left on before he left was still lit, emitting a dim light.


    Boris nced at the woman on the floor, who was still in the same position as when he left, not even


    moving a


    muscle.


    He stared at her for a while, seeing her sleeping peacefully, and the anger in his heart hadpletely


    dissipated.


    At that moment, Ziana, who was sleeping, frowned and sensed something, and slowly opened her


    eyes.


    She saw him, first startled, then looked him up and down with a confident tone, “Did you drink alcohol?”


    Boris nodded.


    He thought about the past three years, every time he came home drunk, she would take care of him


    very gently. She would help him to bed, take off his shoes, wipe his hands and feet for him, and then


    feed him hangover soup. Every time, her tone was full of tenderness and love. “You should drink less in


    the future. Drinking too much will make


    you


    ufortable and hurt your stomach. I’ll make you some soupter.”


    Boris thought about it and said with anticipation, “Yeah, I drank, I drank a lot.”


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    “Oh.” Ziana sat up, “I smell the alcohol.”


    “I’m drunk.” He said, his dark eyes fixed on her, like an indistinct ink.


    Ziana frowned, “If you’ve been drinking, go sleep outside. I can’t stand the smell of alcohol, you’re


    making me


    nauseous here.”


    “What?”


    Boris hoped that she would hug him and take care of him like she used to, but what did she say?


    Asking him to sleep outside? And saying he smelled disgusting?


    “Well, I’ll go outside then.” While he was still in disbelief, Ziana made a decision and stood up.


    Boris watched as she approached, and when she passed by him, he grabbed her wrist.


    Ziana looked at him with puzzled beautiful eyes.


    He had intended to ask her why she was being so cruel, but looking into her tired eyes, he suddenly


    smiled.


    He casually licked his lips, “You stay here, and I’ll go outside.”


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    After finishing what he had to say, Boris turned around and walked away, stumbling in his steps. He


    quickly left through the door, leaving Nell outside with wide eyes and a stunned expression. The two


    stood in silence, wordless, facing each other.


    Nell blurted out, “Mr. Lewis, did you get kicked out?”


    Boris red at him, “You’re the only one with a big mouth?”


    Nell quickly lowered his eyes and acted obediently.


    Boris was filled with anger, and he kicked Nell and said, “Go to book a room for me.”