Drunk

Bella's POV: At this moment, Connor walked in front of me. "Miss Stepanek, shall I send you home?" "No, I can go home by myself!" With that, I carried my bag and strode forward. When Connor saw this, he hurriedly followed. "Miss Stepanek, Mr. Wharton ordered me to send you back home safely..." Hearing this, I couldn't help sneering. "Humph, his heart is full of Linda now. How can he have time to care about me?" I walked out of the lobby of the hotel. When I went down the stairs, I tripped and immediately fell to one side. Connor reacted and quickly came forward to support me. Feeling dizzy, I reached out to hold my head and closed my eyes. When Connor saw that I was truly drunk, he didn't say anything and helped me to the parking lot. Ten minutes later, I was already sitting in the passenger seat. The cool wind outside blew on my face, and I opened my eyes. It seemed that I was getting sober. "Didn't I tell you that I can go home by myself?" I said. "I'm just following orders. Miss Ste