Chapter 46

Chapter 46
Michael tightly held onto Sofia as they left the bar.

"Uh...hahaha, I still want to drink..." Sofia stumbled along, belching, laughing foolishly.

Sweat beaded on his forehead as he held onto the restless woman in his arms.

He didn't expect this woman, Sofia, to have such a poor tolerance for alcohol!

With an injured foot, he didn't know who was whose crutch at the moment.

It seems that he came to the wrong place tonight.

The car of Matthew drove up from the side of the road, and respectfully opened the door for Michael, "Master."

"Oh...haha, Matthew..." Sofia saw Matthew and immediately greeted him warmly, surprising even Matthew himself.

This "Matthew" made Matthew sweat, thinking that Sofia's drunkenness was really something.

Michael's face sank, and his eyebrows furrowed. "Sofia, have you had enough?"

As soon as he spoke, he grabbed the woman in his arms without any mercy and stuffed her into the car.

"Ugh...I want to drink..." Obviously, the woman was unwilling and still wanted to crawl out.

He promptly got into the carriage, successfully blocking Sofia's way.

Matthew quickly closed the car door for his master, then went back to the driver's seat, started the engine, and the car quickly slid into the endless night...

All the while, there was still chaos in the car.

"Michael, you bastard..." Sofia frowned, swaying her body.

Matthew, who was driving in the front seat, was sweating coldly, not daring to say a word.

Michael's already gloomy face became even colder.

The sharp jawline was already covered with faint blue veins.

Sofia giggled, gradually losing her normal consciousness.

Splashing wine around, she seemed to be venting her frustrations from the past few days. "Michael, you are the biggest bastard in the world! It serves you right for losing a leg in the car accident...uh..."

Another belch.

Matthew listened and his hands began to tremble. He wanted to cover Sofia's mouth, but he didn't dare.

Sofia finally caught her breath and continued to shout, "Serves you right...you should lose your third leg, you bastard..."

Third leg?

Matthew held his breath and almost laughed out loud.

This Miss Brown was really bold. He cautiously looked at Michael's livid face in the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

What men most feared was whether or not their third leg worked.

But this woman dared to curse him to lose his third leg directly!

Michael's deep, dark eyes were instantly covered with a layer of cold mist.

"Great, you're relying on alcohol to gather courage, aren't you!"

His tightly pressed lips and grinding teeth spoke each word deliberately, "Sofia, you really bury your hatred deep. Even when you're drunk, you can't help but curse at me!"

"Hehe...um..." Sofia was truly drunk, her eyes hazy and confused. She was still shouting, "Drink, I want to drink more..."

As she yelled, she fell toward Michael.

She plunged into his arms.

Her fair little hand still reluctantly scratched his solid chest. "Mmm, steak...delicious..."

With a silly laugh, she unexpectedly opened her mouth and bit his chest muscles through his clothes.

"Hiss..." He took a cold breath.

Lowering his gaze, he glared at the black-haired head in his arms. How dare this woman take his chest muscles as a steak?!

Looking at this scene through the rearview mirror, Matthew tried hard to hold back his laughter.

This was the first time he had seen his master tolerate a woman being so disrespectful to him.

Miss Brown was really unique.

"Um, um, um..." Sofia bit his clothes twice and then found the taste was not right. She spat it out with a 'puh, puh, puh.'

This silly appearance was like a brainless zombie that had eaten garlic by mistake.

Frowning in anger, her fingers restlessly reached into his clothes.

"Sofia!" Michael scolded coldly, grabbing her restless little hand.

"Wu wu...I want to eat..."

Sofia didn't care and twisted her body to move closer to him.

She got so close that she accidentally hit his plastered leg with a thud!

"Hiss..." He took another cold breath. Michael only felt a numb pain in his leg. He instinctively relaxed his grip.

Her little hand took the opportunity to escape and slid into his shirt button like a thief that had succeeded in his plan.

Michael stared at her innocent and pure smile, and suddenly his scalp went numb.

"Sofia, get off me..."

Matthew tried to hold back his laughter and avoided looking at them. To be honest, he had followed Michael for so many years, and his master had always been calm and reserved, treating any woman politely. Even in front of Miss Brown, his master had never lost his composure.

But at this moment, his master allowed Miss Brown to behave like this...

Matthew really felt surprised.

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Deep night falls.

The car has finally arrived at the "Lustron Homes" residential complex.

Michael feels like he has been enduring it for a century.

Matthew takes the wheelchair out of the back of the car.

He takes a look at Sofia, who is buried in his master's legs and sleeping soundly.

Miss Brown is really capable of causing a ruckus when she's drunk. She bites and gnaws at things, and her drunken behavior is not small.

It's just that it's hard on the master's legs. He's probably, well, all three of his legs are numb...

Matthew casts a sidelong glance at Michael's cold face.

Trembling with fear, he cautiously asks, "Master, should I carry Miss Brown up?"

Michael's brow furrows tightly, and he glances at the woman lying unconscious in his lap, then picks up her body with his injured hand and throws her onto the back of the chair, as if throwing a rag doll. His tone is very cold as he says, "Drag her onto the wheelchair."

Matthew breaks out in a cold sweat again.

The master's orders were to drag Miss Brown onto the wheelchair.

"Yes, master," Matthew cautiously pushes the wheelchair to the other side of the car.

He opens the door, takes a look at Sofia, and gently nudges her shoulder in distress, "Miss Brown, Miss Brown?"

"Um... drinking..." Sofia mutters a few words and then falls asleep on the side again.

Matthew sighs helplessly, "I'm sorry, Miss Brown, Matthew has offended you."

With that, he grabs Sofia's shoulder, and following his master's orders, he really drags her out of the car...

On the way, Sofia's head accidentally hits the car door, "Oh..." She instinctively frowns and lets out a groan.

"Matthew!"

A cold voice cuts in, scaring Matthew so much that he loosens his grip, and Sofia's upper body is about to fall out of the car.

"Damn it!" With a low curse, Michael reaches out with his long arms and swiftly catches the woman's body hanging in midair. "Matthew, can't you even handle moving a person?"

Matthew is sweating profusely, "I'm sorry, master..."

He looks aggrieved. How unjust is this? He was just dragging Miss Brown onto the wheelchair according to the master's orders...

Michael frowns tightly and glares at Matthew with fierce eyes, but finally he lets out a low sigh.

He hugs Sofia and sits in the wheelchair. Then he puts the woman who is as limp as a dead fish on his lap.

Matthew quickly turns around and pushes the wheelchair up the stairs...