Lilith saw him walking over and stood up with her purse in hand. Judging from the way Ben walked, it was obvious that he was drunk.

Back when they had just known one another, Ben bragged all the time about how he never got drunk, but his tolerance for alcohol was indeed rather impressive in the past. However, as he grew older, his tolerance decreased along with it.

"Honey!" Ben walked toward her and opened his arms for a hug.

Lilith instantly wished that she could find a hole to bury herself in when she realized what he was doing. "How much did you drink?" She took his arm and sat him down. "I'll go talk to Mike. Let's go home! Your mom thought that you were going to get drunk until late at night and was worried sick!"

She turned to look for Mike, but Ben wrapped his arms around her waist and refused to let go.

"Honey, don't go... Don't go anywhere... Stay with me... You didn't spend time with me at all today. I'm heartbroken..." Ben said, rubbing his blushing cheek against her dr