GoodReadWould she be dragged back to his place by that Austin? Just the thought alone was enough to make Everett's thick brows furrow into a scowl.
Why were there so many flies buzzing around Dorothy? "Ugh..." The person on the bed turned restlessly and let out an uncomfortable groan.
Everett approached softly and asked, "You awake? If you can hear me, give me a sign. Drink this hangover cure, it'll make you feel better." But Dorothy just waved him off, even going as far as to cover her face with the blanket.
"Come on, drink this and then you can get some more sleep.” Knowing she was conscious, Everett picked up the hangover cure and helped her sit up in bed.
"I don't want this..." The hangover cure smelled awful, almost like some kind of bitter herbal concoction, so Dorothy was resisting by shoving it away firmly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLuckily, Everett's steady grip prevented a spill.
"Just drink this, and then I'll get you some water. Hang in there." "I said | don't want it!" Dorothy wasn't just being disobedient, she was also getting feisty, "Why are you so annoying? Get out!" Everett was at his wits’ end.
With the first attempt at administering the medicine failing, Everett had no choice but to let her lie back down and return to his laptop.
But it wasn't more than a few minutes before Dorothy sat straight up in bed with such a jolt that even Everett was taken aback.
"What's wrong?" "Who are you?" Dorothy demanded. She was pointing in random directions with her eyes still closed.
"I'm Everett." "You're not! Everett's in Liberty City! Don't try to fool me!" Everett rubbed his temples in frustration. If he could, he would have loved to grab her glasses from her bag and put them on her.
"I don't live in Liberty City permanently. | finished my work and came back." Hearing this, Dorothy finally opened her eyes and squinted in his direction.
"Hey? Are you really Everett?" "Yes, | am." He replied, turning to grab the already opened hangover cure, "Now be good and drink this, then you can go back to sleep.” "l won't be good!" Her response was really quick. She craned her neck and showed her flushed little face, thick with inebriation.
"What will make you listen and take your medicine?" "Prove... that you're Everett." Everett had no such experience. He could never imagine that he needed to prove his identity one day.
"How do you want me to prove it? Shall | get your glasses for you?" Everett really did turn to search for Dorothy's bag.
And it turned out that there were no glasses to be found inside; he guessed she must've been wearing contacts today.
"I don't wanna wear glasses; they're uncomfortable!" Dorothy vaguely remembered the discomfort in her eyes from the contacts after drinking too much and had taken them out.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Then take your medicine.” "Prove you're Everett, and I'l take it. Otherwise, | won't!" Everett had never realized how troublesome a drunken Dorothy could be. Usually, she'd just throw up and then obediently fall asleep.
Thinking it over, he figured she must be feeling insecure because she didn't know she was back in the country before she got drunk, hence the heavy guard.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have slapped him earlier.
"Fine, how do you want me to prove it?" Everett sat on the edge of the bed and gently massaged her temples, hoping to ease some of her discomfort.
Dorothy scrunched her brows in thought for a long moment before suddenly leaning close to Everett's handsome face.
"Everett would kiss me." Everett raised his eyebrows.
"You kiss me, and I'll know if it's you." Everett wasn't the least bit enticed by her words; in fact, his frown deepened.
"Dorothy! You are not allowed to test people taking care of you with a kiss to see if they're Everett!"
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