The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire novel Chapter 156

 The party lasted until the early hours of dawn.

Gerda and Janet got piss drunk, while the others who hadn't joined in the drinking competition continued to eat and drink.

Once they realized that Janet had completely wasted, they finally decided to call it call it a night.

The coworkers had worked together to lift the two girls from their seats and carried them outside.

"Hey, what should we do with these two? They're drunk as a skunk."

Christopher glanced at the still unconscious Janet and cleared his throat.

"I'll send Lind home."

"Oh yeah, you and Janet went to the same university, right?"

One of their colleagues asked with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Christopher just smiled.

"Yes, we were schoolmates."

He was not particularly good-looking, but he always looked neat, and had a calm and gentle demeanor that made people feel safe around him.

it didn't hurt that he was tall and had broad shoulders, too.

Gerda opened her eyes then, and grinned.

"I heard that you two are close.Didn't you stand up for her when Ike deliberately targeted her?"

"Aren't you supposed to be drunk?‘ Everyone had turned to Gerda in surprise, and couldn't help but admire her seemingly indestructible tolerance to alcohol.

"I was just pretending.Lind is too stubborn for her own goad.She knows she can't handle her drink, but she still insisted.If I hadn't acted like I was drunk, she would have kept at it until she had to be rushed to the ICU."

Gerda paused and let out a loud burp, her face turning red as a tomato.

"Well, then.Let Chrislopher send her back.We can leave it all up to him."

After reaching a consensus, they hailed their respective taxis and split up.

Christopher locked at Janet, who was slumped against the wall of the restaurant.

The early autumn breeze was chilly, especially given the hour.

Christopher took off his coat and draped it over Janet's shoulders, then he put an arm around her waist to support her to the curb.His hold on her was loose and casual; he didn't have any ulterior motive.He only wanted to see that Janet went home safely, and perhaps spend a little more time with her in the process.

Christopher slung her purse over his neck and ushered Janet to the street.

It wasn't easy, seeing as he was practically dragging a dead weight.