Right Person, Wrong Time

Chapter 1452 Drunk Kendrick

Kendrick was thoroughly intoxicated, weaving his way along the street with a bottle of liquor in his grasp. He appeared to be trying to articulate something, but his words were drowned in the alcohol he had consumed.

"Kendrick, why have you drunk so much? Who were you drinking with?"

Darcy, who happened to be passing by, spotted Kendrick's staggering figure and was taken aback. She could hardly believe her eyes and voiced her concern as she rushed to his aid.

She had never seen Kendrick in such a state before. She couldn't fathom what could have driven him to such a state of inebriation and why he seemed so out of sorts. Even during significant crises at the company, he had never behaved like this.

Darcy furrowed her brow slightly. Was it because of Nicole?

"Darcy, you're here." Kendrick managed to pry his eyes open and focus on Darcy. Recognizing her, he offered a weak smile.

"I'll help you get home," Darcy said without many words, supporting Kendrick with difficulty as they walked along the road. She wished she could flag down a car, especially since her own vehicle was currently in the shop for maintenance.

The timing was uncannily inconvenient.

Kendrick, in his drunken stupor, leaned heavily on Darcy.

Darcy, not particularly strong, found it challenging to support Kendrick's weight, making it difficult for her to walk.

Nonetheless, she persevered. After successfully hailing a cab, she helped Kendrick into the vehicle. Initially, she intended to sit in the front passenger seat but decided to sit next to Kendrick instead after considering Kendrick's condition.

Given his state, it was wiser to sit beside him so she could attend to him if he became unwell. However, the situation wasn't as challenging as Darcy had anticipated.

Once in the car, Kendrick fell into a deep slumber. He was quiet and didn't vomit.

Seeing Kendrick sleeping peacefully, Darcy finally relaxed. It was more comfortable for him to be asleep than awake.

"Eunice... Eunice..." Kendrick was mumbling something in his sleep, his voice barely audible.

Darcy leaned closer and distinctly heard Kendrick calling her name in his sleep. She froze, unsure of how to react.

"We've arrived, Miss," the driver announced, smoothly parking near the villa. He stared at the impressive residence but maintained a calm tone.

He hadn't expected to encounter a wealthy passenger during his late-night shift, considering the streets were usually deserted at this hour.

Darcy snapped out of her reverie, nodded, and handed the driver a few banknotes. She exited the car first, then struggled to assist Kendrick out of the car and securely closed the car door.

After settling Kendrick in his room and ensuring everything was in order, Darcy retreated to her own room and collapsed onto the bed.

Why had Kendrick, in his drunken stupor, been calling my name? It was a perplexing question she couldn't answer.

She had always assumed that Kendrick was smitten with Nicole. After all, throughout the years, she had never seen Kendrick genuinely fond of anyone or treating anyone as well as he did Nicole. It was as if everything he did was tailored for Nicole.

Now, she wondered if there was something more to it. Perhaps, by listening further, she could discover the truth, as people often revealed their innermost thoughts in their dreams.

With that in mind, Darcy rose from the bed and headed toward Kendrick's room.

Knock, knock, knock.

She knocked on Kendrick's door, but there was no response. The person inside continued to sleep, occasionally accompanied by snores.

Darcy waited for a moment, suspecting that Kendrick was still asleep, and then cautiously entered the room. It seemed that the room had excellent soundproofing, as she only heard Kendrick's snores once she entered.

She was surprised to discover that Kendrick had a snoring side to him. It was almost endearing.

As Darcy gazed at Kendrick's sleeping face, she fell into deep thought. A faint smile tugged at her lips as if recalling something beautiful.