Hailey looked at him suspiciously. “Yes?”

Wilson burped. A chilly breeze blew, and suddenly he felt bold enough to approach her. Hailey couldn’t help but take a step back. Wilson smelled too unpleasant.

“Mrs. Stewart,” Wilson slurred. “Mrs. Stewart, I witnessed that man pressuring you to consume alcohol.”

“He’s a wicked person! Don’t be afraid, I’ll protect you.”

“What’s your problem?” Hailey frowned.

“Thank you for your concern, but I’m ...