Flynn Taylor directly turned on the shower to wash off the stench of alcohol from her.
Drenched by the water, Ave Carlisle sobered up slightly. With blurred eyes, she asked, "Flynn Taylor, why are you here?"
So she had forgotten that she just vomited all over him?
Of course, Flynn Taylor was very clear that he couldn't take a drunken woman too seriously and, without another word, continued to shower her with water.
But then, she made a 'gag' sound again.
This time Flynn Taylor had the experience to quickly dodge to the side. Looking at the woman using the bathtub as if it were a toilet, he really wanted to give her a good beating.
Yet, seeing her nearly throwing up her bile, the hand he raised smoothly took a tissue from the side and he squatted down to wipe the corners of her mouth.
"I feel awful," Ave Carlisle said in a weak voice.
"If you're uncomfortable, why did you drink so much?"
"Mind your own business!"
"Hey, you..."