George grew even more frustrated and moved to toss the woman onto one side of the sofa.
Who could have predicted that the woman would cling to his neck so tightly that she dragged him down with her onto the cushions? Ending up pressed on top of her, George's eyes flashed with deep disgust. If you can't hold your liquor, why drink so much?!
Just then, the bedroom door suddenly opened. George looked back in confusion.
The sight of the person standing at the bedroom door struck him like a bolt out of the blue. When had Mary Donald arrived?! Hadn't she texted him this morning saying she was resting at home?
However, that wasn't the main issue right now. Mary Donald was staring at the scene in front of her, her face deathly pale and her body trembling uncontrollably.
Realizing the compromising position he was in under the woman, George panicked internally. This is bad!
He forcefully pried the woman's hands off his neck, not caring in the slightest if he hurt her in the process.
