Nathan started throwing a tantrum right at her doorstep.
“But this is your home!”
Nora’s head was throbbing.
She really had to take back her earlier thought about Nathan being a good drunk.
His destructive potential was like that of a demon child.
“Nathan, snap out of it. What’s the code to your apartment? I’ll open the door for you so you can go rest.”
Nora summoned every ounce of her patience, her tone a mix of coaxing and pleading.
But Nathan wasn’t buying it.
“Home!”
He pulled at Nora’s hand, shaking it incessantly. “Let’s go home!”
All the commotion was making Nora’s head spin even more.
“Which home do you want to go to?”
Nathan fell silent for a moment, then grabbed Nora’s arm and started walking toward the opposite door.
Nora was confused.
Wait, his apartment was over there, so where was her home?
“Hold on, Nathan—”
Nora was very particular about her personal space. Aaron had never even stayed the night here, so she was certainly not willing to bring a drunk man home.
“Tell me the code to your apartment. I’ll take you back.”
Nathan stopped and turned, his gaze fixed on Nora.
At some point, his dark eyes had become watery, revealing a hint of grievance.
“Why won’t you let me go home?”
Nora felt completely helpless. “That’s not your home…”
“You said we were going home.”
Nora was speechless.
Was it possible he misunderstood her saying they should each go to their own homes?
“Nathan…”
The man stared at her stubbornly, refusing to budge.
Nora pulled on his arm but couldn’t move him an inch.
At this point, Nora gave up on the idea of using his fingerprint to unlock his door.
A drunk Nathan was as stubborn as a mule.
She was out of options.

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