Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 544

He couldn't risk upsetting a customer—even one who was already three sheets to the wind.

“It’s fine, really. If anything happens, I’ll take responsibility,” Sarah insisted.

The waiter had no choice but to do as she asked.

By the time they’d managed to get some aspirin down Larry Adams, Sarah was sweating bullets.

The waiter, worried Larry might wake up and start causing trouble, quickly gathered his things and ducked out.

Camila and her friends didn’t stop him.

Finally, the two women had a moment to talk about Larry’s situation.

“Camila, do you think he got himself this drunk because of a breakup or something?” Sarah asked.

Camila paused, actually considering it for a moment before shaking her head. “I doubt it. I’ve never even heard of Mr. Adams having a girlfriend.”

Sarah frowned. “So what happened, then? And what are we supposed to do now?”

Camila hesitated. Back when Dennis Williams was around, they could always call him if anything went wrong. But now Dennis was all the way over in Cabinda. Even if she called, it wouldn’t help them tonight.

And as far as she knew, Larry’s family was also in Cabinda…

They had coworkers, sure, but it was the middle of the night—not exactly the right time to call for help.

Camila ran through her mental list of options and came up empty. Finally, she turned to Sarah and said, “Looks like we’ll have to keep watch tonight. After all, Mr. Adams has helped Lillian so much. We’re friends, sort of. I can’t just leave him like this.”

“Yeah, we should at least wait until he sobers up,” Sarah agreed, unable to bring herself to leave either.

So they settled in to wait for Larry to wake up.

They chatted, Sarah kept sipping her wine, but Camila held back—worried that if they both got tipsy, there’d be no one left to look after Larry. As a result, Sarah got a little buzzed, while Camila stayed stone-cold sober.

As the hours dragged on, midnight came and went...

Camila started to feel drowsy. She wasn’t used to staying up so late, and by the time it was past two, her eyelids were getting heavy.

Just as she was dozing off, there was a sudden knock at the door.

Camila jolted upright, instantly awake.

Sarah, on the other hand, was out cold—snoring away on the couch, completely oblivious.

Camila gently moved her, tucked a blanket over her shoulders, and went to answer the door.

Dennis nodded. “Couldn’t reach that idiot, and I was worried he’d gotten himself into trouble. Didn’t expect to run into you guys, though!”

As he spoke, his eyes flicked past her to Larry, sprawled out on the bed, and Sarah, passed out at his side.

He turned back to Camila, his tone gentle. “You two have been here with him all night?”

“Yeah,” Camila replied honestly. “Sarah and I came by for a drink and ran into Mr. Adams. He was already wasted. We couldn’t just leave him, and we couldn’t carry him out, so… here we are.”

She stepped aside to let Dennis and Aaron in.

The smell of whiskey hit them immediately—Larry was even more drunk than they’d thought.

Dennis frowned slightly. “How’s he doing?”

Camila reassured him, “He’ll be fine. He’s just really drunk. We managed to get some painkillers into him. He’ll sleep it off and should be okay by morning.”

“Alright,” Dennis nodded. “Thanks for looking after him. You two can go home—I’ll have my guys take him back.”

He glanced over his shoulder at Aaron, who immediately signaled to the bodyguards.

Larry, still completely passed out, was gently scooped up and carried out—none the wiser to any of it.