"I, I'm not drunk, I can do it myself."
He said, trying to sit up to undress himself.
Eve Sherman watched him struggle even to sit properly and sighed heavily, "Just lie down, will you? Let me do it!"
At this moment, Stellan Sutton acted like an obedient child, nodded sweetly, and lay back on the bed, staring straight at Eve.
When Eve asked him to raise his arms, he did; when she asked him to turn, he complied. Though his movements were slow, he somewhat cooperated with her.
It made undressing him easier.
After removing his jacket, Eve stepped closer to help him with his tie.
Halfway through untying it, she suddenly sensed a gaze fixed on her.
Without looking, she knew Stellan was staring at her again.
Though she tried to remain calm, her cheeks uncontrollably flushed.
She didn't look at Stellan, just quickened her pace, wishing to undo it quickly so she could leave him on the bed.
The more anxious she became, the more stubborn the tie seemed, resisting her efforts.
