Clearing my throat, I said calmly, "It's late. Let's go home and rest."
Alexander rubbed his forehead and stood up, swaying slightly.
I quickly moved to support him. "Can you walk?"
"I can," he replied hoarsely, brushing my hand aside as he staggered forward.
I followed closely behind, glancing back to say, "Goodbye, and thank you for tonight, Raphael."
Staying near Alexander, I watched his every step, afraid he might fall. The strong scent of alcohol clung to him—it was clear he had drunk a lot.
Even in that state, he still managed to press the button for the -1 floor in the elevator.
Third-person POV
When they reached the garage, Alicia walked ahead before turning back. "The car is this way."
Alexander's intense gaze lingered on her as he followed slowly behind. Neither of them noticed the pair of eyes watching from the shadows—or the scandal that was about to unfold.
