Chapter 46

Averill's POV

I woke up with swollen eyes. I can't even open them. I cried until I fell asleep. And what's the time now? Five in the afternoon? Damn! That was the most prolonged sleep ever since my son died.

I was about to leave my bed when I saw a figure on my couch. Noah? What is he doing here? And he's sleeping soundly too.

I walked near him, stood beside him, and quietly watched his sleeping figure.

Why are you here?

What is the meaning of this act? Should I convince myself that you're just drunk and could not find your room? Come to think of it, he reeks of alcohol. Just how much did he drink? And why did he drink so much?

I tapped his shoulder to wake him up... I don't want to do this because I am afraid he'll ask me about what happened yesterday, but his posture looks really bad on this small sofa. How the hell did he fit himself in here?

"Hmm," he moaned. I shook his shoulder, but my eyes widened in surprise when he grabbed my arm and pulled me into an embrace. I could h