Chapter One hundred-thirty five

"Oliver?" They both muttered staring at the door. Mr. Charlie knows he is the only one who can open his door like that. But there was nobody at the door.

They gazed at themselves and returned their gaze to the door. Oliver walked in staggering with a bottle of vodka in his hands. Dude was dead drunk.

"Getting drunk this early in the morning? Charlie, what are you teaching your son?" Rosa asked with her gaze on Oliver who was resting on the wall.

"Get dressed, and let's leave. I don't have time to answer such a question," he replied and walked to the door. "Would you at least allow me to have my bath?"

He closed the door and turned towards her. "No, you can do that when you get back home. I am fucking late for work, don't you get?"

"It's okay. You don't have to shout at me," she replied, looking around the room for his wardrobe. Immediately she found it, she walked over to where his wardrobe was and opened it.

"What's going on? What are you looking for?" He asked, wanting to walk towar