Chapter 883 He Was Scamming Her

It did not take long for them to arrive at Greentown Condominium. After Cherie parked the car, she unbuckled the seatbelts, turned around and looked at Boyle. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be completely asleep. Cherie called out to him, "Boyle?" The man did not wake up. Cherie inched over to him and said, "Boyle, you're home." It was only then did Boyle open his eyes. He seemed to be in a slight drunken stupor as he stared out the window with a slight daze. He said, "We're home?" "Yeah, we're home." Boyle said, "I think I'm a little drunk. Help me up there if you don't mind." Although he asked if she would mind helping him up there, it seemed like Boyle did not even give her the chance to refuse him. The instant they got out of the car, Boyle slumped over as if he had completely lost all of his strength and fell on top of Cherie's shoulder. They waddled their way upstairs. Cherie realized he was actually drunk, so she held onto his arm and supported his waist as the