My Secret Husband Is My Cold Boss novel Chapter 78

Sampson tapped on the car door. "Wendy?"

Silence from inside.

Driven by his occupational habits as a doctor, knowing someone shouldn't sleep that deeply, he walked around and opened the passenger door.

"Wendy."

He raised his voice slightly, and this time, she woke up.

But she was clearly out of sorts.

Compared to when they first got in the car, her cheeks were flushed crimson, her eyelids were pink, and even her nose and ears were red.

Sampson's immediate concern kicked in. "Are you allergic to alcohol?"

He grabbed her wrist. First, he checked her skin for hives. Seeing it was clear, he pressed his fingers to her pulse point.

Her heart rate and breathing were entirely normal.

"Not allergic," Wendy murmured, her eyes closed as she shook her head.

Her speech was slurred.

She was obviously just incredibly drunk.

Sampson looked at her.

The drink Jasper had given her wasn't pure hard liquor, but it still had a decent kick.

But to get completely trashed off one glass?

He honestly hadn't expected her tolerance to be this abysmal.

"Can you walk?"

Hearing his question, Wendy took two full seconds to process it before squinting her eyes open.

The aftereffect of those two drinks was much stronger than she anticipated. It had gone straight to her head.

Her vision was currently swimming with double images.

But she wasn't so far gone that her legs wouldn't work. She nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine."

The passenger door was pulled completely open.

Sampson stood by the car, extending his hand, palm facing up. "I'll hold onto you."

For days, Jade had been relentlessly mocking her for 'holding hands like an elementary schooler.'

Seeing Sampson reach out his hand now, Jade's teasing instantly echoed in her mind.

She slapped her hand onto his palm.

*Smack.* "Yeah, hold it."

In just a few steps, Wendy was swaying left and right.

Wendy frowned.

A drunk brain struggled to process the question.

Sampson didn't repeat himself.

He let go with one arm, holding her up single-handedly while using his free hand to scan his fingerprint and unlock the door.

Wendy instantly registered the shift in his hold.

"...Huh?"

Her eyes widened in absolute shock. "Sampson, you can carry me with just one arm?!"

While marveling at the feat, she reached out and gave his bicep two firm squeezes.

"Sampson, your arm muscles are seriously toned."

"Wait, no."

She immediately shook her head. "...It's not just your arms. Your leg muscles are great too. Your chest and abs are pretty solid as well... I just don't know what they feel like yet..."

"You'll find out eventually."

Knowing there was no reasoning with a drunk, Sampson threw a dry glance at her little head and carried her straight into the master bedroom.

"I'm going to get you some water. Stop holding onto me, let go, and lie down properly so you don't fall."