Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 92

I looked in the direction Paula pointed.

I could vaguely see the location of my house.

I rubbed my head, unable to recall how I ended up here.

The more I tried to remember, the worse I felt.

I cautiously asked, "Paula, I was drunk. Did I say anything weird or do anything strange?"

These days, because of what Lawrence did, I had been suppressing a lot of emotions. I was really afraid that I had made a scene while drunk, crying or something.

That would be truly embarrassing.

I had seen people making a fool of themselves when drunk, and I was really afraid I had done the same.

Paula handed me a glass of water and looked at me with shining eyes, even a bit envious.

I took the water with trembling hands and took a few sips, feeling even more uneasy. "Don't look at me like that. I'm scared. Did I really make a fool of myself?"

Paula waved her hand and smiled, "No, you were very well-behaved, like a doll, just a bit clingy."

Clingy?

That didn't sound like a good word to me.

I looked at Paula with confusion, waiting for her to explain.

Paula continued to satisfy my curiosity, "Melinda, I thought you would cling to me, but you ended up clinging to Christopher. You treated him like your toy."

"Ah, ah, ah."

I almost choked to death.

Well, I might as well have choked to death. That was so embarrassing. I was glad I was drunk and didn't remember anything.

Otherwise, I would probably want to die of embarrassment.

But since Paula had witnessed it, I blushed and waved my hand, "Go on."

Paula smiled, "You can't hold your liquor. You got so drunk after just a little bit. I couldn't support you, and you didn't cling to me. You wouldn't let go of Mr. Collins, and he had to carry you back to the car."

I gasped!

"He carried you like a princess! Christopher, such a handsome guy, carrying little you like a princess. You clung to him tightly, and many passersby, especially girls, were so envious and jealous."

Paula was full of emotions, her eyes shining brightly.

"Stop, stop, stop!" I crossed my hands to stop Paula's wandering thoughts.

We couldn't discuss this any further.

Fortunately, there was a knock on the door.

Christopher's voice came from the door, but he didn't come in. "I had the housekeeper prepare some tea. Should I bring it in?"

"Ah, thank you, but no need. I'm awake now. I'll come down and drink it later!" I blushed and quickly replied.

"Okay!"

Christopher's voice was calm, as if my drunkenness hadn't affected him at all.

Then I heard footsteps leaving, getting farther away.

I quickly got up to tidy myself and couldn't help but complain to Paula, "I was so embarrassed. Why did you let them bring me here?"

Paula felt wronged, "I actually wanted to send you home, but the Phillips family had just come to the door. I was afraid it wasn't safe there. After all, you had just done a live stream. If some people found out, since the Phillips family could get into the community, others might too.

Besides, everyone was a bit drunk. If the driver had to take us one by one, it wouldn't be good for Mr. Collins."

I realized I had been selfish.

I had thought that facing Christopher after such an embarrassing incident would be awkward for him too. Besides, I had already troubled him a lot, and it wasn't good to bother him more.

But Paula convinced me, and since Christopher didn't seem to mind my drunkenness, I decided to pretend I didn't know anything.

After tidying up, I went downstairs with Paula.

Christopher was sitting on the sofa, seemingly dealing with some documents. It looked like my situation had delayed his work.

"Ms. Turner, Ms. Ellis, Mr. Collins had some tea prepared. Please drink it while it's hot," the housekeeper politely handed us the tea.

Paula and I thanked her and drank the tea.

I felt much better, and my head didn't hurt as much.

Then I approached Christopher, trying to act calm, and said goodbye, "Christopher, thank you for your help today. I'll be leaving now."

Christopher signed his name on the document and then looked up at me.

He was wearing a casual shirt, with one button undone, revealing his Adam's apple and a bit of his collarbone, which was quite sexy.

The way he combined business with a bit of leisure made him uniquely charming.

"From now on, you're not allowed to get drunk outside!" Christopher said calmly.

It seemed like he was trying to control me.

He wasn't really anyone to me, so I could have retorted, "Who are you to tell me what to do?" After all, I might look obedient, but I had a bit of rebellion in me.

But I didn't dare to, because I suddenly remembered what Paula had told me about my drunken state.

I obediently admitted defeat, "I understand!"

I didn't want to embarrass myself a second time. "Well, if there's nothing else, I'll be going."

Christopher stopped me, "Haven't you thought about moving?"

"Huh?" My mind was confused, and I thought too much for a moment, freezing in place.

What did Christopher mean? Did he want me to move in with him? That wouldn't be appropriate.

"That place isn't safe, and do you really want to stay in a place that brings you sadness?" Christopher saw my confusion and explained further, "You can move to the apartment across from mine. We'll be close, and I can keep an eye on you. You're so clumsy, I need to watch over you to reassure your parents."

Uh.

I had misunderstood.

That apartment wasn't really a place of sadness for me. After all, only love can bring sadness.

If I stayed there, I would indeed feel disgusted.

But moving...

"Forget it, it's too much trouble!" Moving was too much trouble for me.

Right now, I just wanted to relax and not worry about anything. I felt exhausted.

Paula, however, persuaded me, "If moving is too much trouble, you have me. I can call a few friends to help. Mr. Collins is right. If you stay there, I won't feel at ease. I'll have to go all the way from the company to your place to watch over you.

If you move here, with Mr. Collins watching over you, I can be at ease and won't have to check on you every day after work. Think of it as caring for me."

I wanted to say that I would be fine without Paula checking on me.

But I knew her. If she wasn't reassured, she wouldn't listen to me and would come to my place every day.

Christopher spoke up, "Moving isn't a hassle. You don't have to worry about anything. I'll arrange it!"

Then, without giving me a chance to speak, Christopher made a phone call.

All I had to do was go there, open the door, and let them handle the rest.

I had to admit, for someone like Christopher who was always efficient and effective, hiring a reliable moving company to handle everything was more cost-effective, allowing him to make more money.

And it did save me a lot of trouble.