She fell into his embrace, and Maverick Knight caught a whiff of alcohol.
His furrowed brows didn't relax; he held her with one arm while using the other to pull up the coat that had slipped to her elbow, dressing her properly.
Once Maverick Knight arrived, Stan Thorne didn't linger any longer.
He opened the car door and left.
With the familiar scent and embrace, Aurora Blaine knew it was Maverick Knight.
He was half a head taller than her, and with her hat on, Aurora had to look up to see his face clearly.
"You're here." Due to the alcohol, her voice had a slight rasp, making her tone even more enchanting.
Maverick Knight tightened his hold on her. "Didn't I tell you not to drink recklessly?"
"I didn't drink recklessly." Aurora Blaine replied softly, with a hint of coquettishness.
Seeing her like this, Maverick Knight couldn't bear to blame her, so he softened his tone, "Can you walk?"
"I can, but I'm too lazy to." Aurora Blaine said righteously.
