NovelFinishChapter 342 "Hey! Get up!" Elysia was desperate to get him to leave and head back to his own place! But no matter how much she moved her mouth, swung her arms, or kicked her legs, like a little tornado trying to whisper, shout, and kick all at once, she couldn't wake him up.
It was a true spectacle of chaos meets calm.
She was all over the place, and he was as peaceful as a sleeping kitten.
She did her thing, and he did his - which was sleeping, undisturbed! Tarquin's biggest reaction was a slight frown, and then... nothing.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNot even an eyelid twitch.
Realizing waking him up and sending him on his way was a lost cause, Elysia dialed Lowell and Keaton, hoping they could cand take him away! But alas, it was exactly those two who had 'conspired' to send him over in the first place. No chance they'd pick up her call! Lowell and Keaton were effectively playing possum.
As the saying goes, never expect a reply from someone playing dead. So, no luck reaching Lowell or Keaton.
And since she didn't have contact info for any of Tarquin's other friends, she was out of options there.
It was late; she couldn't possibly call Elijah, could she? Elijah was just a kid, how would he cto pick someone up? After sthought, Elysia opened anon her phone, hoping to book a delivery service to haul him away.
But, to her astonishment, she waited over an hour with no takers! It was baffling and utterly frustrating! Waiting around wasn't solving anything. After sdeliberation, Elysia bit the bullet and decided to take matters into her own hands.
She dashed hto change into sportswear and tied her long hair into a ponytail.
Coming back, she rolled up her sleeves, grabbed Tarquin by a leg, and tried dragging him to the elevator.
But no dice! Abandoning the drag, she then tried hoisting him up by wrapping his arm around her neck, attempting to lift him that way.
Predictably, that didn't work either! Despite her best efforts, she couldn't budge him an inch.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTarquin might look lean, but he was no lightweight. A fitness enthusiast with a passion for sports, his physique was deceptively muscular and toned! And at nearly six foot three, moving him was no small feat for Elysia. She just didn't have the muscle for it! After sweating through the ordeal without success, she resigned to seek help from the condominium's security. Why struggle when you can ask for help? The guards knew Elysia and the kids, and upon seeing Tarquin, immediately joked, "Ms. Thorne, where are you off to with the kids' dad at this hour?!" Elysia quickly retorted, "He's not the kids' dad! They just look alike." "Oh? Not him, huh? But the resemblance! Who is he then?" "A total sleazebag!" "What?" "Just someone not worth mentioning. Could you helpget him to the front gate? He's drunk, and I need to get him home." Seeing Elysia reluctant to share more, the guards, knowing better than to pry, helped Tarquin up.
"Man, this guy might look slim, but he's heavy."
Elysia sneered, "Looks can be deceiving. He's like a wolf in sheep's e clothing but weighs like a pig!" All bark and no bite, but heavy as a hog! With the security guards' help, she managed to stuff Tarquin into a cab.
She intended to sit in the passenger e seat, but the driver suggested m otherwise,
"Miss, you might want to sit in the back with him. He's wasted, and it wouldn't be safe for him to be alone back there. Plus, if he needs to throw up or something, you can keep an eye on him." Reluctantly, Elysia followed the driver's advice and sat in the back.
No sooner had the car started moving than Tarquin collapsed onto her.
Reacting instinctively, Elysia shoved him away - hard! "Thud-" Tarquin's head hit the car window.
The driver jumped, "Miss... is he alright?" Elysia, unfazed, assured, "Don't worry, he won't die! Just focus on driving." mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1
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