Yitty's display of strength left the front desk receptionist dumbfounded, wondering if the delicate-looking Yitty was actually a guy in disguise.
Back in the room, Yitty dropped Cillian onto the bed with a hint of annoyance. "You're heavier than you look. You almost wore me out..."
Cillian, jostled by the drop, felt a wave of nausea and grimaced. He called out for Lucy in his sleep. "Lucy... please, don't leave..."
To prevent a mess, Yitty placed a trash can by the bed and coaxed Cillian closer, making sure his head was aimed at it. She then gently tapped his cheek, saying, "Cillian, if you're gonna be sick, aim for the trash can, okay?"
He murmured a faint acknowledgment.
Cillian let out a soft grunt, which was enough for Yitty to know he was somewhat conscious. She headed off to the bathroom, letting the sound of the running water wash away her worries.
She even indulged in a leisurely bath. Her eyes were clear and alert, betraying no sign of inebriation. It almost made someone question whether her drink had been nothing but water.
When she emerged, Cillian had not made a mess of himself, but he was lying on the floor in a tangle of limbs. Yitty sighed and went over to help him up, her perfume wafting into his nose.
His eyes fluttered open to see 'Lucy' gazing down at him with concern. Tears sprang to Cillian's eyes, and he wrapped his arms around Yitty in a tight embrace. "Lucy, is it really you? Have you come for me? Tell me I'm not dreaming."
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Update “find me in your labyrinth” novel please...author is MIA for 7 weeks.........
Update “find me in your labyrinth” novel please...author is MIA for 5 weeks......