I picked up the drunk Oliver at the entrance of the bar. It was not easy for me to take him home. He couldn't sleep all night and I stayed by his side.
I helped him clean up the vomit and made sobering soup. Oliver fell asleep when it was just getting light.
I didn't sleep all night either. I called Theo and asked him to pick me up.
But Theo, who usually answers the phone immediately, didn't answer until it hung up automatically today.
I was full of anger and rushed back to our home, only to find that there was no one inside.
I didn't care and went straight to the bedroom and went to sleep.
Everyone envies me for having a rich boyfriend and having nothing to do.
Because of my outstanding appearance, I never lack suitors around me, and I also enjoy the feeling of being pursued.
Although my boyfriend Theo has expressed dissatisfaction many times, he cherished this relationship because he pursued me for a long time before I agreed to be with him.
So whenever he gets angry, as long as I give him a way out, he will forgive me obediently. So this time, I don't care either.
I slept until the afternoon, and Oliver called me to have a meal, thanking me for saving his life last night.