I just stay in my room. That's why I didn't even notice the passing of time and I fell asleep with so much resentment.
I just woke up when I heard a series of knocks on the door.
It was Monica and Alfred. They helped Lucas to walk and enter my room.
"Why did you bring that asshole?" full of irritation in my voice.
"Tss, is it even necessary to ask that? That person is probably drunk, and he needs someone to take care of him," Monica complained.
"Enough, ladies!" Alfred warned us while he was putting Lucas in bed. "Actually, Scarlet ... Monica has a point. You should be the one who is obligated to take care of him."
"Fine! But why did he get drunk like that when you weren't even drunk? Gosh, he can't take care of himself anymore!" I'm still disgusted by my statement. Fortunately, I wa
