Wyatt Lewis bent down, picked up Aria Richardson horizontally, and walked toward the garage.
Thomas Hughes hesitated for a moment, should he follow or not?
Forget it, he had had quite a bit to drink today and couldn't drive them, so he simply arranged for a driver to go.
He shouldn't be the only one eating dog food.
Thomas Hughes slipped away quietly...
Wyatt Lewis put Aria Richardson in the car, was about to close the car door, when he noticed his clothing hem was being firmly held by her.
Wyatt Lewis paused his movements.
Aria Richardson, with her eyes closed, murmured softly, "Don't go..."
Wyatt Lewis looked at her soft and muddled appearance, feeling amused, "I have something to take care of, you stay in the car for a bit."
The woman's grip on his clothing was tight, her knuckles whitening, stubbornly refusing to let go.
Wyatt Lewis raised his hand to glance at the time and eventually compromised by getting into the car, propping her up to lean against himself.
