Chapter 115 Chris Sprained Her Ankle

"Thank you, Ye." Chris smiled. "Well, I shall entrust my marriage to you."

"No problem." Autumn smiled back.

They both had a good time with their chafing dishes. Chris had opened her heart to Autumn and shared a lot with her. Being in love with Sam was exhausting. Too tired to go on, she was on the verge of giving up.

Then Chris started drinking and got drunk. She cried and laughed. Autumn knew that she was hurting and needed an outlet to release the pain, so she didn't stop her. She knew that she would feel much better afterwards.

Chris was too drunk to walk, so Autumn had to support her by the arm. Just as they had walked out of the door, someone called Autumn. "Miss Ye, it's really you."

It was Mr. Yi, a former client. He once tried to bribe Autumn in private, hoping that she would save him some money by doing a project, but Autumn turned him down.

He had been holding a grudge against her ever since. Learning that Autumn had been fired and was having a hard time, he enjoyed gloating over her misfortune.

"Mr. Yi." Autumn was busy taking care of Chris, so she greeted him simply and intended to turn away. However, Mr. Yi wasn't going to let her pass so easily. He stood in her way and said to her with a frivolous smile, "Not so fast. It's been a long time since we last met. Let's find a place to talk."

Autumn remained silent with a frigid look on her face. Mr. Yi had a bad reputation in the business circles, so Autumn had made sure to keep their contact strictly professional. She avoided meeting him outside of work. Unexpectedly, she bumped into him here tonight.

"Mr. Yi, as you can see, my friend isn't feeling well. I have to take her home." But Mr. Yi wouldn't let her go. He sneered and said, "What's the rush? I can drive you home later."

He came closer to her and continued, "It's not every day that we come across each other like this. For old time's sake, let's grab a table some place nearby."

"Mr. Yi, I really can't. Maybe next time, " Autumn said, as s

mn couldn't help but make fun of him, "How long have you been waiting? You look very eager for us to come home. I'm worried that if you had waited any longer, you might have turned into a stone statue."

"I was worried to death and you're still joking. Where have you been? Why did you come home so late? I called you but you didn't pick up your phone. Charles saw Chris, who was drunk in the back seat. He frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

"She was sad and needed to drown her sorrows in wine. Help me get her out of the car." They struggled, but eventually managed to get Chris into her room. Autumn felt relieved.

Her mind was preoccupied with her unemployment issue the whole evening. Charles tried talking to her several times but she didn't respond. "What's the matter? Your mind has been wandering ever since you got home."

"It's nothing. I'm just tired." Realizing her absent-mindedness, she said to Charles, "It's late. Time for bed."

Charles gazed at Autumn's back and sensed that something was bothering her. He decided to ask Chris about what happened the next day.

The next morning, Chris turned in bed and unknowingly pressed her sprained ankle. She woke up in pain and screamed. Charles thrust the door open and asked with a grim face, "What are you screaming for? It's early in the morning, for God's sake."