He stood up and scooped her into his arms.
"Cousin, cousin—" Morgan tried to stop him.
"Help me take good care of Young Master Mo."
"Yes, yes, Young Master O'Connell, you just go ahead, we've got things covered here. Come on, Young Master Mo, let's drink till we drop."
Cole O'Connell carried Yulia O'Connell out. In the wide backseat, his large hand kept stroking that rosy little face until the car was halfway down the road.
Yulia O'Connell suddenly sat up and pushed that big hand away.
"So you've learned to be smart now." Cole O'Connell narrowed his eyes.
Daring to fake being drunk in front of him.
"If I hadn't pretended to be drunk, you wouldn't have come out right now." Yulia O'Connell had already taken a sobering pill before she went in.
"You know me that well?" Cole O'Connell's gaze fixed on her, deep and shadowed.
Yulia O'Connell straightened up. "Bro, I've thought it through. I'll stay with you."
