Love Comes To Me
Chapter 1808: Dig a hole in the ground and go in

Solomon looked askance at him unhappily, but did not resist again.

The assistant Jerrold half dragged, half dragged him into the car, and only then, relieved, drove him home.

When he arrived home, it was already late at night.

Thinking that everyone had gone to bed, Jerrold did not call for help, and with great effort, he carried Solomon into the house and laid him down on the sofa.

He took a moment to slow down before asking Solomon's opinion, "President, president, shall I take you upstairs to rest first?"

As the words fell, a nice voice came from behind him, "He... drank too much?"

Xara had already slept, but just woke up thirsty, struggling for half a day, still thought to come down to pour a glass of water to drink, which thought, just downstairs to see this scene.

Jerrold seemed to know her presence and was not surprised, nodding his head, "Yes, I have a dinner party tonight."

He said, while carrying out the medicine box, ready to replace the antidote.

Smiling, Xara frowned and worriedly walked over to the sofa, looked at Solomon and whispered, "Are you okay, is it hard?"

"Um..."

Solomon responded vaguely, not sure if he was answering her question or not.

The man estimated that the headache was severe, lying on the sofa still frowning, the buttons above the shirt unbuttoned at some point two or three, the collar loose, slightly messy and wild, but also handsome hopelessly... The thought that flashed through her mind gave Xara a jolt, and she hurriedly put away these messy thoughts and prepared to pour Solomon a glass of warm water.

Jerrold rummaged through his medicine cabinet and found that he had run out of antidotes and had to go out and buy some. He grabbed the car keys he had just casually dropped on the coffee table and was ready to go out. "Are you leaving?" Xara asked subconsciously.

"No, there's no more antidote at home, I'll go out to buy one."

Xara looked at the time and volunteered, "I can cook sobriety soup, I'll go cook it for him."

At this hour, all the pharmacies outside should be closed, so it would take a long time to go back and forth.

Solomon has also helped himself many times, it is only right that he cooks a sober soup for him. Jerrold was a little surprised and said, "Okay, I'll trouble you then."

"It's okay."

Xara glanced uneasily at Solomon, whose eyes were half-closed, and quickly went to the kitchen.

More than ten minutes later, she came out of the kitchen with the finished soup, and saw Jerrold helping Solomon up, half lying on the sofa, and then holding Solomon's face in one hand and a hot towel in the other, standing by the sofa in a weird position.

It seems that she wants to take care of Solomon, but does not know where to start, and Solomon also frowned uncomfortably.

Xara put the sobering soup on the coffee table and said helplessly, "I'll do it."

"Thanks, thanks."

Jerrold, as if blessed, handed her the towel, a thing he was really not good at, taking care of people.

Xara took the towel and sat next to Solomon, carefully wiping his face and hands.

On the other hand, Jerrold picked up the sobering soup and fed Solomon most of it.

I don't know if it's because of the sober soup, Solomon sobered up a lot, as if he sensed that someone was making a move on him, he suddenly grabbed Xara's wrist and pulled her violently. Xara was caught off guard and fell towards him. When she reacted, she was already in a very awkward position, lying between his legs.

There was a momentary lull in the atmosphere, and an ambiguous aura pervaded.

Xara could even feel the two lines of sight from above her head, and her palms were pressed against his thighs, sending hot body heat and a firm touch through his suit pants. She was dumbfounded!

She didn't know how to react, she wanted to dig a hole in the ground and go in.

Jerrold was also confused, hesitant to help people up.

As a result, Solomon suddenly leaned over, narrowed his eyes, and pinched Xara's chin with his long fingers, "What do you want?"