The Rejected Proposal

Fiona was drunk but still had a lot of strength, and it felt like she was about to rip my sleeve off.

I stared at Preston and gave a bitter smile. "Look at this..."

Preston sighed. "You're coming with me. I'll drop you off at home before I take her."

"No, I can't! The driver I called is already here, and I can get back on my own," I said.

Fiona was so drunk that her steps were beginning to waver.