Chapter 94 Picking Cigarette Butts

• It was two in the morning when I left the shop. I left Alex’s Santana back at the shop’s doorstep because Evelyn couldn’t drive. Quoting her, “I can’t drive anymore thanks to you. Oh, my legs are sore.”
• Evelyn told me she couldn’t go upstairs by herself after I sent her back, so I sent her up. She told me it was impossible to go to bed herself after coming home, so she asked me to take her to bed.
• She was about to say something when I told her, “Don’t talk. I’ll just do it, okay?” She looked embarrassed, but at least she stopped talking.