Make your wife your personal assistant

Frederick looked down at the figure in his arms. He was so stressed out from work today since he didn't go to work for over a week, he had tons of projects waiting for his approval, and today he had done all that. All he wanted was to go upstairs to his room and have a good night's rest. But with the drunk figure who couldn't stop muttering incoherent words in his arm. He wasn't sure he was going to have a good night's rest.

"Where is Hailey?" Frederick asked.

"Why are you looking for Hailey?"

"She's a female, so she should know the best way to handle a drunk female."

"Hailey isn't at home. Take your wife upstairs and do the needful."

"Let's go, honey," Bradley said to Yvonne.

"You can drop her on the couch and go to bed," Yvonne told Frederick, before joining Bradley in going upstairs.

Frederick stood at that spot with Rosaline still in his arms.

"Why do you always act like a jerk? Don't you know that you're too handsome for that?"

Frederick pinched the bridge of his nose. This going