The alcohol was getting to her, and she was already feeling quite tipsy. She clung to his neck, nestling her face against it like a kitten and inhaling softly.
"Husband... you smell so good."
His face turned ashen from exasperation at her drunken behavior, yet he couldn't help but feel a pang of helpless affection and concern for her.
Picking up her bag, Kris Cooper lifted her into his arms, placed her in the passenger seat, and fastened her seatbelt. He then settled into the driver's seat and started the car.
Glancing at the drowsy young woman in the passenger seat, he raised an eyebrow and turned the car around.
He had initially arranged to meet at the hotel, considering how exhausted she must be from filming.
But in this state, I'll have to carry her upstairs. Won't that expose her identity?
