Gwen received a call from Ben Schaffer. She had taken a shower, was lying on the bed, and was
reading a short video to decompress.
Ben Schaffer’s call suddenly popped up, and she sat up suddenly.
She picked up the phone, and Ben Schaffer’s voice came intermittently: “Gwen…I…I drink too much…
Can you… Come pick me up?”
Along with these words, there was a wine burp.
Gwen seemed to follow the radio waves and smelled the pungent smell of alcohol.
“It’s so cold outside, so I won’t pick you up.” Gwen refused his request without hesitation. After
refusing, her conscience was uneasy, and she added, “You can find a nearby hotel to stay in. What are
you doing back here at night? It’s unnecessary.”
Ben Schaffer was irritated by her ruthless answer.
“Didn’t you drink with my second brother? Where’s my second brother? Drunk too?” Seeing that Ben
Schaffer didn’t say a word, Gwen asked.
Ben Schaffer sighed: “Your second brother wants to take me back to his house. But his legs are not
good. How can I ask him to help me with more than 100 pounds?”
Gwen: “Then you can go by yourself.”
Ben: “I’m drunk!”
“Oh…” Gwen thought about it, still reluctant to run dozens of kilometers to pick him up in the cold
weather, “Then you ask my second brother to take you into a taxi, I won’t lock the door and wait for you
to come back, okay?”
This was the limit Gwen could do for him.
She has to train tomorrow, staying up all night waiting for him to come back is already affectionate
enough.
Ben Schaffer was a little discouraged at first, but when he heard her words, he immediately became
bloody, “Good, I’ll go back now.”
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Elliot put Ben Schaffer in the car, and then walked back to the villa.
It was 10 p.m. and the cold wind whistled past his ears. The cold air hit his skin, and there was a kind
of pain that a knife had slashed.
Originally a 10 minutes journey, Elliot walked home in 5 minutes.
The bedroom light was on, Elliot pushed open the door, and saw AVery leaning on the bedside, flipping
through the materials brought back from Xander’s study.
“Why haven’t you slept yet?” Elliot took off his coat, walked to the bed and sat down.
Avery smelled the faint smell of alcohol on his body, and her stomach suddenly became hungry.
“Didn’t you say bring me a late-night snack?” Avery put down the documents and rubbed her stomach,
“Did you forget?”
The expression on his face suddenly froze.
Elliot forgot it.
Because he chatted with Ben Schaffer about the child in Yonroeville, he was very worried, so he forgot
to bring her a late-night snack.
“I’ll buy it for you now.” Elliot immediately got up and picked up his coat, “What do you want to eat?”
“Forget it, I’ll just drink some water.” Avery lifted the quilt and got out of bed, “It’s too cold outside. No
matter how many years I stay, I’m not used to the climate here.”
Looking at her slender back, Elliot’s Adam’s apple rolled: “What do you want to eat, I’ll buy it. I’m not
cold.”
“Elliot, I don’t blame you for forgetting to bring me a late-night snack.” Avery raised her water glass and
took a sip, “I just slept and had a nightmare, so I woke up. I wasn’t waiting for you.”
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