Unexpected Love: One Night With Mr CEO

Chapter 202 - 202. Byanca Cunning

"Money for satay."

Devan was silent for a moment when he saw the money that Anna handed him, suddenly a faint shine appeared on his lips.

"Only fifty thousand?"

"Eh? How much is it?"

"What if you just pay me with a kiss?" asked Devan moving closer to Anna.

"Don't talk nonsense."

"I received nothing but kisses," Devan replied.

"Then I'll be in debt forever."

Hearing that, Devan chuckled.

Anna glanced at the clock on her cellphone, it was now ten o'clock at night.

"You're not coming home?"

"Where to?"

"Byanca will look for you later," said Anna.

Devan sighed. "I just want to sleep here tonight."

"Alright, alright. I'll be home later, honey," Devan said immediately when he saw Anna's sharp gaze directed at him.

"After you sleep," he added.

***

Entering his house, as usual, it was a little dark inside. Maybe Byanca was asleep.

But it turned out that his guess was wrong, the woman had not slept, and was now descending the stairs with staggering steps. And… what's with the clothes she's wearing. Yes, currently the woman is wearing very sexy pajamas.

The top was open revealing her shoulders and half her chest, the length of which only reached her upper thighs almost exposing hers every time she took a step. But that wasn't the case, the pajamas Byanca was wearing were transparent and showed her underwear very clearly. Her current appearance was like that of a woman who could be said to be naked.

Devan cleared his throat, trying to ignore the woman's presence. It wasn't that he was interested, but on the contrary, he was even more disgusted.

But it's a different story if it's Anna, maybe he won't be able to stand it even if it's just for a second.

"Where have you been?" asked Byanca in a hoarse voice without looking where she was talking to, now they passed each other on the stairs.

"None of your business."

"Oh .. umm," replied Byanca nonchalantly, suddenly her steps faltered, causing her to lose her balance and almost fall if Devan didn't catch her soon.

The man's brow furrowed when he felt Byanca's body was very hot, also the faint smell of alcohol wafted from the woman's body.

"Thank you," said Byanca trying to let go of Devan's hand, wanting to take another step but her body swayed again, Devan's reflex caught her again.

"Go back to the room, your body is very hot," said the man.

"I'm thirsty, I'm hungry too," Byanca said.

Hearing that, Devan sighed harshly, "Okay. You go back to the room, I'll get it for you," he said.

"Thank you," replied Byanca then turned around, but her body wobbled again, and this time it fell on Devan's body, luckily the man's footing was strong, so they didn't fall together.

"I suddenly got dizzy," said Byanca tightening her grip on Devan's shirt.

Hearing that, Devan took a deep breath, then said again, "Keep your hands off my shirt."

And after that, he carried Byanca back to the room. Without Devan knowing, the woman in his arms smiled a faint smile. Yes, this is the plan, doused several parts of her body with alcohol a few minutes ago when she saw Devan's car enter the garage.

"Wait here," Devan said and left the room.

It took about thirty minutes, Devan came back with a tray of food and drinks in his hand, placed it on the nightstand then woke Byanca who seemed to have closed her eyes with her body wrapped in a blanket.

"Get up and eat, I don't want Mama to be angry just because you're sick here," said Devan sitting on the edge of the bed.

Slowly but surely, Byanca opened her eyelids and tried to take a leaning position.

Devan's brow furrowed as his eyes caught a bottle of alcohol sticking out from under the blanket.

"You have a fever and you're still drinking wine?"

"Are you doing this on purpose to make Mama scold me?"

Suddenly Byanca's expression turned pitiful, "I-I'm scared. I was afraid, so I tried to dispel my fear by drinking this."

Her hands were occasionally seen holding her head, and her eyes occasionally blinked as if trying to focus.

Devan rolled his eyes in disgust, he immediately grabbed the bottle but failed because Byanca also did the same thing.

"Byanca, let go," Devan's voice rose slightly.

The woman shook her head.

"Don't pull it, the contents will spill," Byanca whined.

"I'm still thirsty," she added.

Hearing that, Devan sighed, he knew the woman in front of him was currently drunk, maybe he should face it patiently.

"Now let this go," Devan said, his voice low.

"I've got food and drink for you, now eat," he added again.

Slowly, Byanca complied, the woman let go of the wine bottle and turned to the nightstand.

Immediately Devan grabbed the tray and brought it in front of Byanca.

"Bribery," the woman whined.

"Bribery me," she added again with teary eyes, making Devan's heart move uncontrollably.

The man did not respond to Byanca's words, with slow movements he began to feed the woman until the food was finished, also helping her drink.

"Well, you should sleep now," said Devan clearing the plates and glasses, not forgetting to put the wine bottle on the tray. Devan wanted to leave the room.

"What are you doing?" He had started to walk suddenly stopped when Byanca grabbed the bottle of wine again and wanted to drink it.

"Are you crazy?" Devan snapped at Byanca, put things in his hand everywhere then grabbed the bottle in the woman's hand, and downed it, maybe because he was so annoyed? His mind was already preoccupied with the Smith family case and now Byanca was adding to his annoyance.

The man didn't see the smirk that was plastered on Byanca's face. 'Who said I wanted to drink it? I'm pregnant Devan, I'm not that stupid to drink alcohol,' thought Byanca.

"You finished my drink," Byanca made a sullen face, her voice still resembling that of a drunk person, occasionally holding her head as if she was dizzy.

"You better get some sleep, and stop bothering me," Devan said, his face starting to turn red.

"I'm afraid."

"That's none of my business," replied Devan, as soon as he left the room, leaving Byanca alone, making the woman scowl in annoyance.

Devan just put the tray he brought on the dining table, then returned to his study.

Turn on the AC and then open his shirt. Reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out his cell phone. For a moment, Devan played with the flat-shaped object while laying his body on the sofa until the effects of the alcohol he drank earlier began to be felt.

And just a few minutes later, his eyelids started to feel heavy and he finally fell asleep.

Devan didn't notice the presence of Byanca who was leaning behind the door of his room.