"That could be... But... But things are not that simple..." Blayze frowned and said, “If I leave, who's going to take charge of the Fowler family?"

“Oh, I forgot about that," Sabrina replied. "It's getting pretty late. Should we head back? Where do you live?"

“Where I live? I live..." Blayze's words became blurred due to the alcohol.

Leaning closer, Sabrina tried to catch his words but couldn't make out what he mumbled in the end. Damn it. If only she had known, she wouldn't have wasted time listening to him ramble. She should have directly asked for his address.

Sabrina had no clue where the Fowler family resided. Tyrone probably knew. But, if she reached out to Tyrone explaining she needed to drop the tipsy Blayze home, he'd likely rush over to Violetholt to fetch her.