Hazel's POV

I carried Hunter in a bridal style out of the house and into the car. The butler had helped me with the car door, if not, I would've dutifully dropped him there on the floor with how angry I was.

He had done a good job in trying to get my parents to love him, and quite frankly he succeeded. But just a sip of the wine he had brought had sent him into immediate drunken state, making him falter like a sleepy big baby.

I laid him down on the backseat, deciding not to trouble ...