A Gentle Night of Care

"Dylan! Cheng Xiao!" Ember called out, her voice filled with concern as she rushed toward them. Dylan looked up, slightly strained. "Come help me," he said.

Without hesitation, Emir and Darren responded, "We're coming."

As they reached the scene, Ember's eyes widened. "What happened to her?"

Dylan sighed. "Nothing serious, she's just drunk. That's why I brought her here... she wasn't safe out there."

Ember nodded, relieved. "Yeah, you did the right thing. My boyfriend is too kind."

Darren, with a smirk, added, "Yeah, your boyfriend is too kind. But why did you bring her here? You could've taken her to her room upstairs."

Dylan shook his head. "I thought it'd be inappropriate to take my friend to her room when my girlfriend is right here. What if she misunderstood and thought we..."

Before he could finish, Ember cut him off sharply. "Stop it. It's late. Take her upstairs. It's not good for her to lie on the sofa; it's way too uncomfortable." She turned to him, frowning. "And Dylan, don't say things like that again." Her expression showed both disapproval and a hint of worry.

Dylan chuckled lightly. "I was just joking."

Darren chimed in. "She's right. Woo, come help me."

Woo shrugged. "Why don't you take Emir with you?"

Darren glanced at Emir, who was clearly the center of attention at the party. "He's the spotlight tonight," Darren explained.

Woo then turned to Dylan. "Dyl—"

But Darren interrupted. "Don't say that. Can't you see he's busy with his girlfriend?"

Woo sighed. "Okay, okay."

As they left, Emir leaned toward Dylan. "Don't take those words seriously. He's just..."

Dylan waved him off, smiling knowingly. "I know."

Meanwhile, Ember, exhausted, had dozed off on the sofa. Dylan noticed and softly said, "She's fallen asleep."

Emir nodded. "Just take her home. I think she's really tired."

"Yeah," Dylan agreed. Without further delay, he called his driver. "Get the car ready."

The driver's voice crackled over the line. "Yes, sir. I'll meet you at the door."

"Okay," Dylan replied and hung up the phone.

Once they reached home, Dylan carefully laid Ember on the bed. As she stirred, she whispered, "Oh, my legs… it hurts."

Dylan knelt down beside her, gently lifting her foot. "Let me see…"

His eyes fell on the red mark her heels had left. "Oh, your heel made a mark on your foot." He got up, searching for the ointment. "Where's that ointment?" He muttered to himself, rummaging through drawers. "Here... no... here... no... ah, finally, I found it."

Returning to Ember, who was still half-asleep, he said softly, "Stay still. Let me apply this." But as he tried to help, Ember kept moving her leg, causing him to laugh in frustration. "Hey, stop it. Let me apply it properly."

After some time, Dylan sighed, sitting back. "Huff! Finally." He smiled, watching her. "She's so active, even in her sleep. Let's see how she'll be when we get married."

Gently, he removed her jewelry and covered her with a blanket, making sure she was comfortable. He leaned in, brushing a soft kiss on her forehead. "Good night, sweet dreams," he whispered before quietly leaving the room, letting her rest.