Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation

Chapter 1409 - 697: I Will Never Drink Again

Her hand groped for his belt, but she was too drunk to remove it.

She lowered her head angrily, and a warm aura breathed softly on his chest.

He felt like his whole body was going to explode! He clenched her hands again, took a deep breath, and forcibly suppressed the fire in his heart.

"Heather, do you know what you're doing?" he asked in a serious voice.

Heather... Heather froze slightly.

The person standing in front of her was clearly a stranger, but why didn't she feel angry but feel very friendly when he called her name?

"Yes!" she said in a fit of pique.

"Good," he said as his eyes were a little deep.

He pressed his finger on the belt, took it off with a swish, and put it in her palm. "Here you are."

Looking at the belt in her hand, she was in a trance. What had she come out for? Why did she have someone else's belt in her hand?

No, no. If she got the belt, it meant that she won. Heather held the belt in her arms as if it were a treasure. "Good, you may... go now."

"..." Alexander was pissed off. So after she took his belt, she tried to drive him away? Besides, seeing she was so drunk, he was really afraid to leave her like that. He was not sure if she would find another guy and confess her love.

He said in a deep tone, "I'll drive you home."

"Mm..." she clasped her belt and agreed a little blankly. What did she seem to have forgotten? Forget it.

Heather shook her head and left the group of friends in the private room.

"I live, I live..." she said incoherently and couldn't offer a full address for a long time.

"I know where you live," he said quietly.

"Oh," she said and leaned obediently into his arms.

Normally, when she was drunk, she never trusted strangers easily, but Alexander's aura was too reassuring. It seemed to her that she had nothing to fear as long as she was by his side.

That was why she obeyed him.

Alexander took Heather to his car and drove her directly to her villa. But before he left, he arranged for some of Heather's classmates to be driven back to school.

There was almost everything in Heather's villa, and she could live at any time. However, she had a good relationship with her roommates at school, so she didn't come here often.

Looking at the closed door, she held out her finger and pressed directly on the fingerprint lock. The door opened.

"Come on in," she said, taking Alexander by the hand and leading him into the living room.

Alexander followed her, but his face was dreadfully dark. If he wasn't the one who brought Heather home today, would she allow another man to stay with her for the night?

Since Heather had not yet moved in, only hourly workers came to do the cleaning, and there weren't any servants.

Heather was not completely unfamiliar with this villa. She stumbled while walking. When she saw the sofa, she lay down directly. The next moment, she rolled over, clutching a pillow, and went straight to sleep.

Alexander was both angry and helpless. Was Heather so defenseless?

He was a normal man, but she actually fell asleep in front of him? Was she really not afraid that he would do something bad to her?

"Heather, get up. Don't sleep here," he patted her gently and said helplessly.

She grunted impatiently and then slept more soundly.

Alexander rubbed the part between his eyebrows with a headache. The next moment, he picked up Heather around the waist and carried her straight to the bedroom on the second floor.

He put her on the bed, opened the wardrobe, took out her pajamas, and helped her wear them. Then he tucked her in.

But as he tucked her in, Heather, who had been asleep, suddenly opened her eyes. She reached out her hand to grab his wrist. Alexander was caught off guard. Drunk and strong, she pulled him directly onto herself.

"Where are you from, hunk?" Heather's eyes looked flirtatious, and her arms were tightly wrapped around Alexander's neck.

"Heather Denmark!" Alexander gnashed his teeth in anger. Finally, he decided that he would never let the girl touch a drop of wine!

Just then, Heather, who was muddleheaded, gently kissed him on the lips!

Alexander's pent-up flame seemed to erupt like a volcano. Finally, he could no longer control himself and kissed her heavily on the lips.

The kiss seemed to pour out all his pent-up feelings for her over the past years. He greedily tasted every inch of her little, sweet mouth..

At the end of the kiss, Alexander stood up and quietly looked down at Heather. The little girl actually fell asleep again.

"Heather..." Alexander took a deep breath, pressing down the restless flames of his heart.

His eyes were filled with strong affection. "We can't be reunited like this. So I won't touch you."

He dropped a kiss on her forehead. Then he got up quickly and closed the bedroom door. He walked fast, thinking he must leave as quickly as possible.

He was really afraid that if he stayed here one more second, he would lose control of himself and do something to Heather.

With the door closed, Alexander looked back at the villa, his eyes full of deep attachment.

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When Heather got out of bed in the morning, she held out her hand to rub her temples, feeling a splitting headache.

"I will never drink again..." Heather thought to herself.

She was really very drunk yesterday, so she couldn't control her own behavior. Now she felt terribly uncomfortable.

Heather groped, and then her finger touched something cold.

She took a closer look and saw that it was actually a water glass. After taking a few sips of water, she felt much more comfortable.

Not right!

All of a sudden, Heather froze.

Why was she in the villa? What had happened?

Heather looked down and directly let out a scream!

She couldn't help thinking, "Oh, my god.

What's going on? Who helped me wear my pajamas? And what's that in my arms?"

When she saw what it was, she was eager to kill herself!

Why was she carrying a man's belt? Who could tell her what had happened?

She felt the leather belt in her hand was like a hot potato and hastily dropped it on the ground.

The fragmentary memories of last night began to fill her mind. But, then, remembering what she had done, Heather looked even paler!

She actually... pestered a strange man, confessed her love to him, and undid his belt? And then, it seemed he had driven her home?