Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1313

Chapter 1313: I feel lost

Cassandra would rarely do something reckless, whether in this lifetime or the last. Finn knew her well enough to sense that something was wrong. She lived a carefully controlled life, and for her to suddenly break the rules she had set for herself—it worried him.

So, when she called, he came.

Cassandra knew he would.

After all, just as she knew him, he knew her. No matter how unfeeling and cold he seemed, he would always be there for her. No matter what.

As soon as Finn pulled over, he rushed into the exclusive bar Cassandra had asked him to come to. His eyes scanned the room until he spotted her slumped over the bar counter, her seat nearly tipping from the weight of her body.

"Cassy," he whispered before striding to her side. Just in time, he grabbed her arm to keep her from falling. "Hey, hey."

Intoxicated, Cassandra slowly blinked before breaking into a weak smile the moment their eyes met. "You came," she breathed, clutching his shoulders as she pushed herself upright. "Finn. Hello there."

"Cassy." His expression hardened, as if he were about to scold her. But in the end, he only sighed and glanced at the bartender. It was not the right time for scolding.

The bartender offered Finn an awkward smile and a nod. "I didn’t serve her too many drinks. Just enough. But she’s a lightweight—I didn’t realize."

"I’ll take her home now," Finn said, pulling out his card to pay for her tab.

The bartender processed the payment and returned the card before wiping down a glass, watching as Finn helped Cassandra stand.

"I don’t want to go home," she protested, trying to shake off his hands. "I want to drink more."

"Cassy, come on. It’s already late."

"But I don’t want to go home!"

Finn clenched his jaw, studying her for a moment before sighing. "Fine," he relented. "I’ll take you somewhere else. But first, let’s go. Please."

Cassandra frowned but let him hold her arm. He grabbed her purse and steadied her, making sure she didn’t stumble on the way out.

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Because Cassandra was so drunk, it took them longer than expected to reach his car. Finn exercised maximum patience, helping her settle in and cracking the window slightly so she could get some fresh air. The last thing he wanted was for her to throw up in his car.

As he drove through the city, he glanced at her now and then.

"Are you awake?" he asked, his voice low and calm. "Should I slow down more? Are you dizzy?"

Cassandra let out a quiet hum, half-opening her eyes to gaze out the window. "I’m okay."