Chapter 1897

When Chandler returned home, Helen was sitting on the couch in her pajamas, playing on the laptop. He took off his coat, walked over, and casually lay down on her lap, pushing the laptop aside. Helen took the opportunity to massage his temples. "You reek of alcohol; you must have drunk a lot today, huh?" "Abigail's father complained a lot to me, so I had a few more drinks with him," Chandler said weakly. When Dominic mocked Stanson, it was exactly like how Abigail would argue with someone. "Well, that's a friendship across generations. It's quite nice; you can have another person to talk to in the future." Helen was happy for him. She turned to look at the clock on the wall and quickly let go of his hand, urging him to get up. "You move aside first, and I'll help you run a bath. It's getting late; you should take a bath and rest early." "Wait a minute." Chandler grabbed her hand and placed it on his face. Then, he opened his bleary eyes to gaze at her longingly. "Dear, please tak