"Theo, don't sleep yet. Drink this hangover tea." I helped him sit up on the bed with some difficulty. I also informed Caroline to prepare some porridge that was easy on the stomach for tomorrow morning.
After all, alcohol, which paralyzed the nerves, would cause harm to the body if no measures were taken.
Not only that, some people would even lose their most basic abilities.
"Ah."
I felt a little angry but also wanted to laugh a little seeing Theo act like a child in front of me.
"You're so old now, yet you still don't know how to take care of yourself."
Back in those years when I had stayed wholeheartedly by his side, I always considered every detail and tried to alleviate Theo's fatigue and burden as much as possible.
Although there was no shortage of nagging and complaining, they were actually expressions of the deep love in my heart.
"Does your head hurt? Let me massage it for you. If I knew I would have to deal with you getting drunk, I would have—"
Theo raised his head. Gaze blurry and hot, his lips involuntarily met mine.
The words that I was about to utter were abruptly swallowed.
"Ugh, Theo, don't push."
I had wanted to put his tie, shirt, and watch aside for him. I did not expect Theo, who was drunk, to be seemingly trying to vent something. His strength and movements were becoming increasingly uncontrollable.
I suddenly recalled that his words had been a little vague these few days. It was abnormal.
There were some things that I must clarify as early as possible, after all. "Theo, tell me the truth, did something bad happen recently?"
Sharing was crucial when two people were together.
I was not one who enjoyed hiding behind someone else, nor was I unable to handle the responsibility on my own. He did not have to carry all the burdens on his shoulders.
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