Falling for My Contractual Wife

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Vivian, listen to me. Justin doesn't dislike you. He's coming to look for you soon. Can you tell me where you are?" Grace coaxed her patiently. What she just said was indeed useful as Vivian had told her the name of the bar she was in. After hanging up, Grace wanted to call Justin, but she was afraid hat he would decline, so she got out of her bed and went to look for Carson.

"Vivian's at 1988. She's already drunk. I'll go look for her, so stay at home and keep watch."

Carson frowned. Is she alone?"

"I think so."

"What are you going to do?" Carson frowned. He had already gotten out of bed and put on his clothes. "You're two girls. What happens if you encounter a hooligan and no one's there to help you? I'll go instead. Carson then left the house quickly.

The road was clear at midnight, so Carson soon arrived at the bar.

Vivian was now completely sprawled on the table, and opposite her sat a man with dyed yellow hair who was looking at her with a malicious smile as he said something

Carson's face darkened. He walked over and looked at the other man coldly.

The man was not looking for trouble either. He rubbed his nose, then walked

away

tactfully.

Vivian's face was already red from drinking, and it looked especially scary. Carson frowned and patted her cheek. "Vivian."

Vivian was already long gone. Sensing that someone was messing with her face, she raised her arm impatiently and waved it away.

Carson leaned close to her ear and asked loudly, "Since you're up, can you

walk?"

She seemed to be annoyed at being woken up and looked up at him with drunken eyes. "You're annoying me! Can't you see that I'm sleeping?" Carson pinched his forehead. It seemed impossible for her to walk by herself.

He bent down and suddenly carried her on his shoulder, then brought her out of the bar.

As Vivian's head was facing the ground, her stomach was churning. As soon as Carson walked out of the bar, she vomited right away.

A large pile of vomit landed on Carson's body and feet.

His eyes widened, and he hurriedly put her down to support her with one hand.

Vivian was not done vomiting, as she continued to vomit while standing on the spot.

Carson looked at her in disdain and said through gritted teeth, "Vivian!"Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

He led her to a tree and ordered her, "Stand still and hold it steady!"

This time, Vivian had heard him. She was probably afraid that she would fall, so she grabbed the tree trunk tightly.

Carson opened the car door and took out some tissues and wet wipes to clean himself up, but he could still smell the vomit on him

Carson looked at Vivian in disdain again and wiped her mouth with a tissue.

Vivian could feel someone holding her arm, so she let go of the tree and fell softly into his arms.

Carson frowned. "Have you got no bones?"

years older In the past, he would call her name with honorifics out of courtesy and respect. After all, she was two or three than him. However, when he saw her drunk today, he really could not bring himself to call her that. He had even wanted to teach her a lesson. The guts that Vivian must have had for her to come to such a messy place alone.

Now that she was laying in Carson's arms, Vivian refused to get up. He was worried that she would vomit all over him again if he carried her over his back, so he picked her up princess-style and then got a bottle of water from the nearby supermarket. "Drink some water and rinse your mouth."

He opened the bottle cap and brought the water to her mouth. Instinctively, she opened her mouth and took a sip.

"Rinse your mouth. Stop drinking the water. Spit it out after you rinse your mouth..."

""Gulp!"

She had drunk the water.