Chapter 968

Back home, Vilma clung to Robert like a koala, refusing to let go no matter what he did. Robert tried to peel her off, but nope—she stuck like glue. Vilma tilted her head up to look at him, all sparkly-eyed. So handsome… Wait, was she dreaming? She was completely wasted, booze hitting hard, making her bold. Grabbing Robert's chin, she giggled. "Hey hottie, gimme a smile!" Robert felt a pulse of pain at his temple. Yep, confirmed—Vilma was a terrible drunk. Total chaos. Laughing one second, crying the next. "And I am…?" he asked, staring at the human backpack now clinging tightly to him. Vilma squinted, thinking super hard. "Dog poop candy!" Robert inhaled sharply. Didn't even need to ask—definitely a nickname she and that idiot Carl cooked up. "Still able to recognize people, huh? Not bad, Vilma." Robert smirked, planning to dump her in a room and go sleep in peace. "Robert…" Vilma flopped over his shoulder, fingers playing with his long hair. Man keeping long hair and looking this goo