MainNovelChapter 771
As Caroline approached, the pungent smell of alcohol hit her. She frowned, "How much did you drink?"
Yates, surprised to see her there, chuckled awkwardly. "Oh, Caroline, you're here."
Caroline nodded, "I cover, and your cleaner was just leaving... Yates, could you help him onto the couch?"
Yates hesitated, "Should | take him upstairs instead?"
Caroline gestured to her leg and then at Gilbert, "He's too drunk; if he needs anything during the night, | won't
be able to help him upstairs. Just leave him on the couch." "You're going to take care of him?" Yates asked,
surprised.
"Yes," she nodded. "If he gets sick or needs water, someone should be here."
"Well..." Yates hesitated but then agreed, "Alright then."
It was a bit of a struggle to get Gilbert onto the couch, but thankfully, it was large enough for him to spend the
night comfortably.
After ensuring Gilbert was settled, Yates looked at Caroline, "I guess I'll head out then."
"Thanks for making the trip over. | appreciate it."
"No problem."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs Yates left, he felt a bit uneasy about leaving them alone together. But with Gilbert so drunk and Caroline's leg
injured... what could possibly happen?
Inside, Caroline went to fetch a blanket to cover Gilbert, when suddenly, he bolted upright.
"Gilbert?"
Ignoring her, Gilbert rushed to the bathroom. Caroline frowned as she heard the sounds of him retching, followed
by the toilet flushing.
When Gilbert returned, he staggered back to the couch and collapsed, oblivious to her presence. Caroline sighed,
pushing her wheelchair closer to drape the blanket over him. She then wheeled herself to the bathroom to get a
warm washcloth and gently wiped his face and hands.
Holding his arm, she whispered, "I know it's tough, but I'm here for you..."
Suddenly, Gilbert's grip tightened on her hand. "Gilbert?" Caroline flushed, "Are you awake?"
Clearly, he wasn't. In his half-sleep, Gilbert murmured, "Sherilyn, Sherilyn..."
Caroline, feeling a jolt, withdrew her
hand,
"Sheril expression cooling.
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Sherilyn... Is that all
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The next morning, Gilbert awoke with his head still a bit foggy, the aroma of food lingering in the air. Sitting up,
he saw Caroline approaching in her wheelchair, "Awake?" en
"Caroline?" Gilbert rubbed his temples, "What are you doing here?"
"I didn't just chere; | also made you breakfast."
Caroline smiled and urged him, "You reek of booze. Go freshen up and ceat."
“Alright.”
Feeling rough after last night's indulgence, Gilbert agreed and went to wash up. When he cdown, the dining
table was already set. "Cover."
Caroline handed him a bow! of soup, "You just woke up, and after last night, start with ssoup to settle your
stomach." "Thanks," Gilbert nodded, taking a seat.
Caroline explained, "I cover last night to check on you. Your cleaner letin. Seeing you'd had too much |
this
to drink, | stayed... | madh
early this morning."
Gilbert accepted the soup bowl, his memory of the night slowly returning.
"Oh, and..."
Caroline continued, "I forgot to tell you, I've moved into the apartment next door. We're neighbors now."
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