Abigail looked at the wall clock, which showed it was 1:00 a.m., but Byron had not yet arrived home. This is the second time he has been late after their wedding night. She knew it wasn't her place to check on him, but somehow she couldn't fall asleep alone and found herself silently waiting in the bedroom, even without realising it was too late that she had fallen asleep, just right there in the same position. Meanwhile, the house outside, Byron's car approached with a low sound. Its headlights were bright in the dark night as it slowly entered the iron gate, stopping just at the right of the house gate. The next moment, the back door opened, filling the cool air with a strong smell of alcohol, and then Byron stumbled out halfway with his half-opened expensive shirt wrinkled all over it. "Boss, let me help you!" Martin got out of the car behind him, hurrying around the passenger seat to help him. But when he used his arm to hold his elbow, Byron raised his finger in alert, "I can
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