Her fist hit his body, soft and without any strength.
She seemed as if she were drunk, dizzy, and somewhat distracted.
Though she struggled, it was to no effect. Stellan Sutton called the butler, who helped drag and pull her inside.
"Oh, what happened? How did she get so drunk?"
Stellan Sutton didn't speak but just led Eve Sherman into the living room.
"Can you help bring a blanket over?"
The servants in the house were busy, and the butler, seeing how anxious Stellan Sutton was, glanced around before making a call.
Eve Sherman was quite well-behaved, muttering something under her breath but not moving restlessly on the sofa, which allowed Stellan Sutton to breathe a sigh of relief.
Just as he was about to instruct someone to make some stomach-soothing porridge for Eve Sherman, the sound of an engine came from the door, and a few seconds later, Finn Sterling entered while spinning a car key.
