I’m Sorry, Sweetheart, I will make It Up To You Later.

From Lauren's tone Steffan sensed that her mind was made up not to accept his help.

'Well, I have done my part as a gentleman and don't want to be seen as a nuisance.'

"Do take care of yourself," he uttered In resignation and rolled up his windows before driving off.

As time passed, Lauren's patience wore thin as no cab passed by. Even the private cars she saw only sped past and did not slow down before she could even flag them down.

She began to feel scared as the night deepened with seemingly no help in sight and regretted turning down Steffan's kind offer.

By now she would have been in the comforts of her home. She could only blame her pride at this moment.

The toll of the numerous bottles she had been taking gradually began to set in and with it frustration also crept in and she could hardly wait to get home to the comforts of her bed as soon as possible.