Chapter 248
Catherine struggled to lift Vance, who seemed to gain inexplicable weight when he was drunk.
She had barely managed to prop him up when he went limp again, collapsing back down.
“Let me help…” Aiden, mildly inebriated, draped Vance’s arm over his neck and managed to escort him out of the restaurant.
The restaurant was not far from Catherine’s home, so he delivered Vance straight there.
“Vance is in your hands now.” Aiden winked. “Take good care of him. I won’t intrude on your time together.”
“That’s nonsense. Get going.” Catherine shot him a coquettish glare, closing the door.
Vance lay sprawled on the sofa, his shirt now further unbuttoned from the journey. The lean contours of his muscles were revealed.
“Vance?” Catherine called out, approaching.
He furrowed his brows, appearing to rouse slightly.
“We’re home now. How about a shower before bed?” she whispered, moving to undo the remaining buttons on his shirt.
He stirred awake, croaking, “Who is it?”
“It’s me, Catherine,” she replied. “Today is your birthday, remember? We just celebrated it together, singing songs and reminiscing about our old times.”
He opened his eyes, straining to focus on the figure before him. “Cathy?”
“Yes. You’re drunk, and we…”
“Drunk? Birthday?” He shook his head.

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