Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right novel Chapter 1866

Barton nodded and left.

Andrew looked down at Debra, who snugged in his arms with her eyes closed. Her arms hooked his body.

Barton glanced at the rearview mirror. "Sir, want me to take care of Miss Frazier?"

"No need," Andrew said, draping a blanket over her.

"I feel bad," Debra mumbled, opening her eyes.

"What's wrong?" Andrew asked gently.

"I wanna puke..." she mumbled.

Andrew patted her back softly.

Barton watched, worried. If she puked on Andrew's suit, that'd be a mess.

But sure enough, Debra hurled right on Andrew.

Barton quickly steered to pull over, but Andrew instructed calmly, "Keep driving."

"Sir, your clothes..."

"She'll be fine once we're home," Andrew said as he kept patting Debra's back.

After throwing up, she seemed better.

Andrew settled her against the leather seat, pulling the blanket up. She dozed off quickly.

"Sir, your suit..." Barton reminded him.

Debra stirred, missing his presence. "Andrew."

Andrew paused, looking back. She was still asleep, murmuring his name incoherently.

Barton said, "Sir, the meeting still needs preparations."

"Make it a text meeting," Andrew said, sitting back down. "If she doesn't sleep well, she'll be achy tomorrow."

Barton sighed. Debra had always clung to Andrew.

He remembered when she was in fourth grade, Andrew refused to sleep beside her anymore. She'd cried for days. Andrew tried to soothe her, but it didn't work.

Eventually, her parents watched her for six months until she broke the habit. But restless sleep stuck with her.