"How much did she drink?"
Georgia Thorne glanced at the beer on the table. "About half of that."
Dylan Heston's brow furrowed. He looked down coldly at the person in his arms, then said to Georgia Thorne, "Alright, I'm heading out."
"Okay, take care!"
For some reason, she felt like she was pushing Nancy Hughes into a lion's den.
Not long after Dylan Heston left, Elliot Sheridan arrived and saw Selena Sheridan sprawled on the sofa.
"Honey, what do we do now?" Georgia Thorne looked at him, troubled.
"What else can we do?" Elliot Sheridan shot her a glare, then walked over and picked Selena Sheridan up.
Elliot Sheridan's movements were rough, and Selena Sheridan groggily woke up. She opened her eyes and asked Elliot, "Where's my drink?"
"Take a good look at who I am!" Elliot Sheridan said fiercely.
Even as a drunk, Selena Sheridan was fundamentally afraid of Elliot Sheridan.
