"How long will he sleep?" Zoe Yale pouted, her brows furrowed.
"Molly, have you ever seen someone sober up from being drunk in just a few minutes?" Charles White asked leisurely.
Zoe Yale: "..." Seems like not.
"Has it really only been a few minutes?" How come she felt Damian had been out for hours?
"You're just too tense. He's really fine, but I've got issues. Chad Yakov drove me crazy, and when I got home, my wife ignored me, so now I'm feeling pain in my heart, liver, spleen, stomach, and kidneys."
Charles White grabbed Zoe Yale's hand, placing it on his chest.
"If you don't believe me, feel my heartbeat. Is it especially fast?"
Zoe Yale rolled her eyes at him, pulled back her hand, pursing her lips, "It is indeed fast, not just your heartbeat, your thoughts are spinning fast too. You're scheming against me again!"
"..."
"I only have Damian as a younger brother, and I've never seen him this upset from childhood to now." Zoe Yale sniffled, looking all sad.
