"Lola, don't be afraid, I'm here."

At this moment, Ethan Ainsley's shirt is a complete mess.

His eyes are slightly closed, a shadow cast by his thick eyelashes, his lips slightly parted as he takes gentle breaths, his adam's apple bobbing slowly as he calms down.

Lola Hussey feels warmth in her palm and withdraws her hand, looking at Ethan Ainsley in front of her with an expression filled with doubt.

It's the first time she's seen him like this...

Feeling her cheeks heat up, Lola covers her cheeks with her hands.

She presses a little too hard, making her lips pout.

He doesn't look drunk at all, and his eyes are clear, without even a hint of redness from alcohol. But if it weren't for her father mentioning that Ethan Ainsley can't handle his alcohol, she almost would have been sure he was faking it.

"Ethan Ainsley?" She leans toward him.

Ethan opens his eyes.

His eyes are still clear, but not as bright as during the day.

"Lola."

"Hm?"

"Let's sleep," he says.

Lola hesitates, then replies, "You sleep first."