CHAPTER 578 TO PIGGYBACK OR NOT?

After thinking about it for a while, Sue could not figure it out. She shook her head and went back to the villa.

Henry stepped on the accelerator all the way to Yvonne's apartment. It was originally more than an hour's drive away, but he got there in about forty minutes.

"I'm here. Where are you?" Henry put the phone that had been connected for nearly an hour to his ear. He asked her where she was after he got down out of the car and closed the door. He started searching for her.

However, he looked around and didn't see anything.

"I'm... hie ...I don't know where I am." Yvonne's voice sounded more muffled now. It was obvious that she had gotten even drunker.

Henry's temples were bulging as he asked, "Are there any buildings around you now?"

"Huh? Buildings?" Yvonne took a sip of beer. "The supermarket..."

Supermarket?

Henry frowned and started searching for a supermarket in his mind. He suddenly remembered.

He had seen a supermarket nearby, but he needed to walk two minutes from where he was.

"I got it. Just stay still and wait for me, I'll be over right away," Henry urged.

Yvonne answered in a daze and hung up the phone.

Two minutes later, Henry finally saw the familiar figure sitting at the side of the road.

She was not drinking anymore. Instead, she just sat there while hugging her legs and burying her head between her knees as if she was asleep.

There were several cans beside her, and they all seemed to be empty at a glance. No wonder she had gotten so drunk.

Henry walked over with a gloomy expression and patted Yvonne on the shoulder lightly. "Wake up."

Yvonne moved. "Don't... Don't disturb me, I'm trying to sleep!"

Henry's expression turned gloomier.

What?

Sleep?

Was she not afraid of sleeping there at all?

He wondered if she didn't call him and he hadn't come, would she really end up spending the night here alone?

"Shannon, wake up!" Henry yelled again, and this time he patted her on the shoulder a little harder.

Yvonne raised her head and narrowed her eyes as she looked up at the man overhead and asked, slurring her words, "Hen... Henry?"

"Yeah, it's me." Henry nodded.

Yvonne smiled naively, "You... You're here!"

"Well, I'm here and I'm sending you back.” Henry stretched out his hand towards her.

Yvonne seemed like she didn't understand and she tilted her head. "Back? Go back where?"

"Go back to your apartment," Henry replied patiently a s he tried his best to hold back.

Yvonne said with a grumpy face, "No, I'm not going back. It's so nice and cool here, and I have some booze here. Yes, booze. Do you drink, Henry? I have some booze here. Where did it go?"

She looked around as she searched for more beer.

"Ah, the beer is all gone, I drank it all," Yvonne said sadly while shaking an empty can.

Suddenly, her facial expression changed and she threw the can in her hand angrily before standing up unsteadily. "It's okay, there... there's a supermarket in front. I'll buy some for you so you can drink with me!"

After she said that, she supported herself off the ground and stood up.

However, when she tried to get up, her legs were too weak so she fell back.

When Henry saw that, he raised his eyebrows and didn’t know what to do.

However, she was adorable when she was drunk because she looked like a child.

But he could not let her go on like that. They were also in an affluent area where many celebrities lived, and there might be paparazzi around at any time.

Though they may not be celebrities, their companies would still get affected if they were photographed getting drunk in public.

"Enough. 1 don't drink, and I'll take you back now. Just give me a minute." Henry stopped the woman who was trying to get up again to buy more beer. He then bent down, picked up the cans on the ground, and walked to the nearby trash can.

After throwing the cans away, Henry took Yvonne by her wrist and pulled her up from the ground.

"I'll hold you." He held her arm.

Yvonne sneered, "I don't want you to hold me. It’s uncomfortable, I can't walk if you hold me!"

As she said that, she freed herself from his grip.

Henry frowned, "Can you walk by yourself if I don’t hold you?"

"I'm not going anywhere." Yvonne pouted and hugged him suddenly. She then raised her head and looked at him with her rosy little face. "I want you to carry me." "What?" Henry was shocked.

Yvonne said again, "I want you to carry me. You can carry me back."

"No!" Henry immediately refused as he didn't expect her to say that.

Yvonne pursed her lips and she seemed to be crying," You don't like me anymore? Why don't you want to carry me?"

Their bodies were close and she was talking with her head raised. Henry could feel her breathing and the warmth in her breath on his chin, making his body tense.

Moreover, her face looked innocent and her eyes were teary - it made his heart tremble and he could not help gulping nervously.

"I can't carry you." Henry clenched his fists and rejected her again.

Yvonne got even more upset. "Then, can you piggyback me?"

"No!" Henry still refused to.

Yvonne pushed him away angrily, "You don’t want to d o anything at all! Why are you here then?"

"To send you back," Henry said slowly.

Yvonne stomped her feet. "If you don't piggyback me o r carry me, how are you going to send me back? Don't tell me you can hold me, because I don't want you to hold me. I have no strength in my legs, so I won't be able to walk even if you held me. You can only carry m e or piggyback me. Choose one."

Henry rubbed his eyebrows when she was being unreasonable.

He used to hate people who were unreasonable, but because she was the one being unreasonable, not only did he not hate it, but he even thought she was cute.

However, though she was cute, it was getting exhausting for him.

"I can't carry you, nor can I piggyback you. It’s not appropriate since we’re just ordinary friends after all," Henry said.

Yvonne looked at him bitterly, "But I just want you to carry me or give me a piggyback. Don't you understand?"

Henry suddenly realized something. "You..."

His heart started beating quickly.

Was it like what he was thinking about?

Did she also have feelings for him?

"Huh?" Yvonne blinked blankly, "What did I do?"

Henry clenched his fists. "Do you know who I am?"

Although that was what he was thinking about, he was still not sure.

Maybe she thought he was someone else. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

She was wasted after all.

"Of course, you're Henry. Henry Lancaster." Yvonne poked Henry in his chest with a grin on her face.

Henry couldn't convince himself that she had mistaken him for someone else anymore.

She knew who he was.

She knew it was him, and that was why she asked him to carry her. She really had those kinds of feelings for him.

He could feel a surge of joy, and his eyes suddenly became tender.

He didn't know why he suddenly fell in love with a woman who looked just like his ex-wife, and he fell for her in such a short amount of time.

But that was his personality. Once he fell in love, he would never regret it.

Henry looked at the woman in front of him with a serious expression as he thought about this." Shannon, are you sure you want me to carry you?"

Once he carried her, he'd never ever let go of her.

Yvonne nodded and opened her arms. "Carry me!"

Henry's mouth twitched slightly, and he suddenly smiled, "Okay, I'll carry you."

After he said that, he stepped forward and carried her.

Yvonne wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned her head on his chest. "Let's go home."

"Okay, let's go home." Henry looked down and walked towards the apartment while carrying her in his arms.