I can't take this

Eveline had hardly fallen asleep when a loud crash shook her awake and caused her to sit.

Her gaze darted around the room before coming to a halt at the window, where Gabriel was struggling to stand on his own.

His moves were awkward, raising her brow, but then she observed the idiotic smile on his lips, which caused her brow to furrow.

"Oops, I'm sorry. Did I wake you up?" he asked, slurring slightly as he approached her.

Eveline noted his heavy steps and swiftly got down from the bed as he lost his footing again.

"Be careful," Eveline said as she swiftly reached for him and helped him stay steady.

A strong odor of alcohol hit her nostril, and she gave him a furious look.

"Did you drink?" Eveline asked in disbelief.

Eveline was aware of Gabriel's aversion for alcohol, but then a recollection from her past came to mind, reminding her of how he gradually became accustomed to it.