After a pause, he blurted out almost instantly, "No."
She was boss. How could he have such an idea.
What's more, He was trying to take care of her, not occupy her life.
"Really?"
"No!"
"Come on. Don't be shy." holding his head, Chris looked at him and said, "even if you have, I won't laugh at you."
"I won't do anything except that Miss Yeats is injured, asleep or something." since he was drunk, he said a lot more straightforward, "as for kissing, I won't."
Chris stared at him for a while.
Made sure he's not telling lies, but really thought so.
"If that's the case, I'm 100% sure that you don't like Miss Yeats as a man." because of being drunk, he said quite slowly. "More importantly, it's more like family affection."
Hearing this.
He thought about everything between them.
"Or it’s like the brother's care for his sister?" said Chris.