Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 1118

This saber-rattling atmosphere makes people want to retreat.

Assistant holding the phone frozen there, the alarm is not, not the alarm is not ......

At this point, Winnie became a little more aware again.

With her eyes half-open, she saw that the person sitting next to her was Cooper, frowned, opened the car door next to her, and tilted her body to get down.

Channing saw this and quickly went around to the other side, just in time to catch Winnie who fell down.

He stopped and picked her up and walked towards his car.

The assistant gave Cooper a quick nod in greeting and hurried to follow.

Cooper sat in the car, his face gradually cold.

Is this like, the relationship between a sister and a brother who know each other?

On the way back, Winnie kept leaning on her assistant, sleeping soundly.

When we got home, the assistant helped Winnie on the bed and said to Channing, "Thank you, I'll do the rest."

Channing looked at Winnie, nodded and left.

The assistant tucked Winnie in and waited a while longer to see her asleep before grabbing her things and quietly leaving.

Winnie slept until midnight, got up thirsty and went to the living room to drink water, and finally got relief from her smoldering throat.

She had just put down her glass of water when she heard the doorbell ring.

Winnie collapsed into the couch, not wanting to move.

Just as she was drifting off to sleep, the doorbell rang again.

Winnie felt her head hurt so much that it was about to explode. She slowly got up, held the wall and walked over, opened the door, and without looking at who was outside, she folded back and collapsed into the couch.

Channing closed the door, walked in, sat down next to her, took out the antidote in the bag, went to the kitchen and poured a cup of hot water, and helped Winnie up: "Take the pill before you go to sleep."

Winnie leaned into his arms and frowned, "Medicine? What kind of medicine?"

"Antidote to alcoholism."

"Oh."

She took the one Channing handed her, tossed it in her mouth, and downed the water again, with little energy in her body.

Channing said, "Hungry or not."

Winnie nodded: "Been drinking all night, all the time ......"

"I'll go make you something to eat."

He was just about to get up when Winnie pulled him along, her eyes wet and dazed with a few moments of confusion and a drunken flush on her face.

Channing met her gaze, "What's wrong."

Winnie's eyes dropped and tears fell silently, "I'm sorry."

Channing gently pulled her into his arms, his voice low: "You don't have to apologize to me."

"But if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be ......"

"I was going to be an exchange student, not because of you."

Winnie sniffled and slowly got out of his arms, dropping her head, "Yeah, you always have to leave, we're not from the same world."

Channing looked at her, "Then why didn't you accept Cooper."

Winnie turned around and leaned back into the cushions, "I don't like him."

"So who do you like."

"I like the moon."

"Hmm?"

Winnie closes her eyes and doesn't say anything, as if she's asleep.

Channing carried her back to her room and sat on the edge of the bed to watch her quietly.

Winnie was sleeping soundly, with her arms hanging down slightly.

Channing gaze fell on her wrist, gently removed the wrist guard, looking at the old and new scars on it, frowned.

Winnie mewled uncomfortably and rolled over.

Channing closed his eyes and reattached the wrist guard to her.

He pulled the quilt next to him and covered her up.

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