Helplessly, she had no choice but to ask the guards on patrol for help. It took two guards to carry Sam back in the house..
Still, she did not want to disturb her new family's rest. Once they were at the house entrance, she had to once again take on the weight of her husband alone.
She had a glimpse of Sam just as she was panting from the heavy lifting. All she smelled was a pungent rush of alcohol from his breath and clothes. Pushing down her strong urge to throw him into the swimming pool, step by step Chloe dragged him past the house's entryway.
While Chloe was struggling to move, Sam slowly regained consciousness.
Staring down at the little head of his wife's, he once again took advantage of his new identity as Chloe's husband, "Mrs. Bolton, water please..."
For a moment, she almost fainted after hearing Sam calling here Mrs. Bolton with his grave yet soothing voice.
"Feeling better now? Can you walk to the living room on your own?" she asked.
"Yea." Despite his response, Sam did not want to get off her at all.
His long arm had unconsciously wrapped around her tiny waist. Something was about to change.
Sam had turned the tide: from leaning on Chloe to embracing her petite body.
She could only pretend that he was not entirely sober, had to keep moving while ignoring whatever Sam was trying to do.
At this moment, Sam was breathing on Chloe's neck, appreciating the sight of her beautiful neck, and was eager to give it a kiss.
However, in the next second, with all her might Chloe slammed Sam like a wrestler on the sofa in the living room.
Seeing Sam's pale face, Chloe thought that he hurt his butt. Unexpectedly, he touched his fresh wound on his palm.
"Let me get you a glass of water. Be right back." After a pause, she noticed Sam deliberate kept his right hand away from everything. She couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with your hand?"
Sam's eyes darkened. "It was an accident.
Chloe nodded and went to get him a glass of warm water. After watching Sam gulping it down, she said, "Where is the first aid kit at home? I'll get it."
"There is one in my bedroom."
"Okay."
Seeing Chloe had been hustling around for him since he came back, Sam suddenly felt that it was kind of nice to have a woman looking after him at home.
After Chloe poured some Merbromin on a ball of cottonwool, she attentively observed Sam's facial expression, "Tell me if it hurts."
Sam chuckled, thinking she was teasing him.
Chloe did not intend to make fun of Sam. When dressing with the wound, she found that some small glass shards remained in Sam's palm. She had to take them out with a pair of sterilized tweezers before she could help cover the wound with ointment.
In such procedure, any average man might yell and cry for the pain to stop, but Sam was no average men. No matter how deep her tweezers dug in his hand, he remained silent.
After applying the medicine and wrapping his hand with gauze, she closed the first aid kit and reminded him, "Be careful with the bath later. Don't get your hand wet or it might get infected."
Sam looked at his right hand calmly and said with a straight face, "Well, since I'm injured, can you bathe me?"
Chloe's beautiful face was slightly heated up, and she almost applauded for Sam's perseverance.
If he hadn't helped her with Jennifer earlier, she wouldn't give a damn about him. Looking at him crawling back after getting drunk from a nightclub, he was just another spoilt brat to her. "I'm tired. Gonna get some sleep now. Help yourself."
Seeing Chloe walking away without hesitation, Sam had no reason to stay in the living room, so he followed her.
His shadow was casted on Chloe's body by the light like a mountain, an omnipotent guardian, a shadow that she cannot get rid of.
After entering the bedroom, Sam looked at the king-sized bed. There was a white pillow on it and a dark blanket on it, same as usual.
However, it was the usuality that surprised Sam.
"Where are you sleeping?"
"Oh, I forgot to tell you that I slept on the sofa in front of the TV. Also, I found a cotton blanket in your wardrobe without asking. Hope you don't mind."
There was not a trace of uneasiness on Chloe's face, as if they were supposed to be strangers, and she a guest of the house.
Sam's eyes were dark like a black hole, and replied with no emotions, "Whatever you like."
After he walked into the bathroom, Chloe laid on the sofa and wrapped herself in the blanket.
Since Sam had said he never agreed to get married, naturally she was not obligated to share a bed with him.
Besides the smell of alcohol, Chloe also sniffed a faint scent of perfume on his body. Chloe thought he must have had a 'great' time in the nightclub.
Thinking of this, Chloe closed her eyes with a Audrey. The exhaustion she got from the day and Sam's indifference made her feel much more relaxed. After a while, she really fell asleep.
Then after some time, a set of footsteps approached.
Sam came to the bed, with a towel hanging over his neck, soaking water dripping from the tips of his hair.
He coldly looked in Chloe's direction and saw she was sleeping soundly. He even had a wicked idea to wake her up and torment her. For some unknown reasons, he deliberately found the air-con remote and turned it down all the way from 26°c to 16°c.
The bedroom was so big that she couldn't feel any sudden change in temperature, but Chloe would probably have a rough night.