Tobey was actually drunk. Deirdre could not help furrowing her eyebrows tightly and draped a scarf over herself before opening the door.

Henry fixed his eyes upon the sight of Deirdre, who still looked exquisite despite not having any makeup on, and he felt that he had sobered up substantially.

“You’re still awake, Miss McKinnon?”

Deirdre let out a forced chuckle and extended her arms to receive Tobey. “Leave Tobey with me. Thank you for sending him home, Mr. Walker. It’s late, so I won’t in