11

"Hahaha, indeed, one should not underestimate a scholar's eloquence."

As Nathan mentioned it, he gestured to the woman beside him, who gracefully approached Geoffrey, "Then let me congratulate Mr. Geoffrey first."

Seeing the glass filled with liquor, Mr. Nathan raised it, "Cheers."

Geoffrey also raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

After taking a shower, Aileen looked at her phone again, but Geoffrey hadn't replied yet. She felt a bit disappointed and leaned against the sofa. Was he still unwilling to let her work?

"Ding ding ding"

The doorbell rang.

Wearing slippers, Aileen went to open the door. As soon as the door opened, a dark figure lunged at her, and she couldn't bear the weight of Geoffrey, stumbling a few steps and leaning against the wall.

"Hey..."

An overwhelming smell of alcohol came, and she furrowed her brows. How much had he drunk?

His chin rested on her neck, and the warmth blew on her neck, making it itch. Unable to push the man away, she tapped his back in annoyance, "Can you stand properly? You're pressing down on me heavily."

"Mmm..." His voice was low and didn't seem to be responding to her.

"Then you should release your grip a bit. I'll help you to the sofa."

"Hey." Geoffrey's hands were wrapped around her, unresponsive to her words. "Can you hear me?"

It was the first time she encountered someone so drunk, and she felt helpless.

Enough of this.

She turned around and exerted force, pressing him against the wall, his chest resting on her back. She pulled his hands away and half-carried him into the living room.

After walking for a minute, Aileen was sweating profusely, complaining inwardly.

Why did they need such a large living room?

While he was enjoying himself at the dinner party, she had to take care of this unconscious drunkard.

She left him on the sofa, seeing him lying motionless, and Aileen thought about going upstairs to sleep directly.

Just as she stepped on the first step of the staircase, she remembered how her father used to get drunk like this when she was a child. He would wake up, holding his head, moaning as if in great pain. Later, every time he came home drunk, her mother would prepare a sobering soup for him.

She sighed and turned back.

The man was sunk into the sofa, his restless thick eyebrows showing signs of discomfort. Aileen was used to his cold and frosty demeanor, but this appearance surprised her.

Under the thick eyebrows, his nose was tall, and his thin lips were slightly relaxed, no longer as serious as during the day.

Unexpectedly, she felt a desire to protect him.

Aileen was startled by her own thoughts and quickly moved further away, picking up her phone to search for a recipe for sobering soup.

There were various recipes online, but due to limited ingredients, she chose the simplest one, a honey sobering soup.

Half an hour later, she came out with a bowl in her hand. Geoffrey had already propped himself up, leaning on the sofa, his right hand on his forehead, his gaze unfocused.

"Are you okay?"

He slightly turned his head, only focusing on the porcelain bowl in her hand and hoarsely said, "I thought... you were sleeping."

"Feeling uncomfortable?" She walked towards him and crouched down, holding the bowl in front of him. "I made a bowl of sobering soup, following the remedy from the internet. I don't know if it'll work."

His blue eyes paused, staring at her in silence.

Ignoring his silence, Aileen continued, "Can you take it?"

Seeing that he still didn't speak, she thought he might not want her to see him like this. She put down the bowl and said, "Then I'll go to sleep first. Remember to drink the soup before sleeping."

Watching her back as she left, Geoffrey's emotions surged.

In her sleep, Aileen felt a bit warm, so she moved to the edge of the bed, but the warmth persisted. Feeling uncomfortable, she opened her eyes slightly and through the faint moonlight, she vaguely saw a glimpse of a chest exposed under the black fabric.

Her consciousness was a bit clear, her blurry vision focused, and she saw the Adam's apple moving as Geoffrey swallowed, not understanding what was happening. She let out a soft moan, "Hmm...?"

His fingertip traced over the exposed part, but he stopped her restless hand.

Meeting her dazed gaze with his fiery eyes, he realized that she hadn't fully awakened.

"Why... did you save me?" she whispered.

Though her speech was somewhat unclear, he still heard her clearly.

"...sorry?"

"Why did you save me?" she asked again when he didn't reply.

Geoffrey thought she was talking in her dreams, so he placed her hand back, covered her with the blanket, and whispered softly near her ear, "Because you're my wife."

Then he moved further away and looked at her as she fell into a deep sleep.

On the day of her job interview, Geoffrey accompanied Aileen to the Empire State Building. "Relax, don't worry too much about the outcome."

"I know, you should go to work." She thought he might disapprove of her coming.

Today was a bit nerve-wracking for her, but in the morning, he made breakfast for her, just like when she used to take exams in her childhood. Her mother would always prepare delicious food to replace her anxiety with warmth.

After saying goodbye, Aileen stepped into the building, wearing high heels.

In the black car, Geoffrey stared thoughtfully at the building and took out his phone, saying, "I need information about the Empire State Building."

"Sure, I will get back to you as soon as possible." The respectful reply came from the other end of the phone.

As the car smoothly drove away, the screens on the building changed channels.

"President Nathan Smith of the Ford Chamber of Commerce is suspected of trafficking counterfeit drugs and selling substandard goods. The drugs were sold to our country and several Southeast Asian countries, causing significant adverse effects and seriously affecting our country's regulations. After the trial, 16 companies under his name will be closed, and the specific punishment will be determined depending on the circumstances."