Vincent let out a sigh of dismay. He was so mad that he truly wanted to kick her out of the car. However, he said calmly, “You are too drunk. We will talk tomorrow, okay?”
“Whatever,” She turned to the outside. "I don't feel like talking to you anymore."
The rest of the journey was quiet. Olivia was fast asleep by the time they got home. Vincent scooped her up in his arms. He had an arm wrapped under her legs and one under her back. He walked to her bedroom. After putting her on the bed gently, he stared at her for a while.
“Silly girl,” He muttered before coming out of the room, only to encounter Natalia at the doorstep. He threw a sidelong glance at her and went to his room.
Natalia squinted at his retreating figure for a while before entering Olivia’s room. She breathed out a sigh, looking at her messy appearance. She removed her heels and put them in the shoe rack. Then she pulled a nightdress out of the closet and came back to the bed.