Just as Yvonne was hesitating about whether to pretend she wasn't home, she saw Stephen stumble and fall.

She jumped and quickly opened the door. The next second, a limp body fell near her legs.

She bent down to check on him. He reeked of alcohol. She furrowed her brows tighter.

Stephen lay on the ground, looking at Yvonne's disgusted expression. He smiled.

Unfortunately, he looked even uglier than if he were crying. He also looked a little silly.

Yvonne was a little annoyed. "Stephen, are you so drunk that you've gotten lost? This is my house! Not yours!"

"I know." Stephen supported himself with both hands and sat up. He leaned against the door.

"I have something to say to you."

"Do you even know what you're talking about in such a state?"

Yvonne looked at the Maybach outside her gate. She guessed that there must be someone in the car.

She reached out and pulled Stephen by the arm. "Get up. I'll help you to your car so that you can go home."

Unexpectedly, Stephen pulle