"Mhmm… I… want… kiss…" She shook her head again and said.
Vernon froze. Well, he did not expect that. "What?"
"I… said… I… want… kiss…" Helena drawled out her words again, but she looked straight into his eyes with determination.
If not for her slurry words and swaying body, he would doubt if she was just acting to be drunk.
"Ummm… let's talk about that tomorrow morning?" Vernon asked.
"No," Her voice sounded cute as she shook her head like a stubborn little child.
Vernon couldn't help but chuckle, "Fine, fine. You are the boss."
He lowered his head and planted a soft peck on her forehead. "There you have it. Now, change your dress and go to sleep. Get up."
He helped her get out of the bed without waiting for her reaction.
Before she knew it, Helena was already standing on her feet on the floor. She had a night dress on her hands Vernon had just placed in them and she was already standing in front of the changing room.