After sleeping in the car for half an hour, Amily felt somewhat more sober.
As Fierce Eagle helped her out of the car, she could walk on her own, albeit unsteadily, stumbling almost to the ground several times if not for the man holding her shoulders.
The strong scent of alcohol emanated from the woman's body, and upon boarding the airplane, even the pilot couldn't help but frown; however, he still took off without a word.
During the flight, Fierce Eagle deliberately opened the plane window to let in the night breeze, hoping to help her regain some clarity.
The sea breeze was not cold, carrying a briny ocean scent that was comforting to the touch, especially for Amily whose body was burning hot and flushed at that moment.
Within twenty minutes, her mind became much clearer, gradually discerning where she was.
"Ose Owen…" she looked toward the man sitting beside her, giving her a slight smile.
