After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 464

Abigail stared at his computer, "But, you're not done with your work yet."

"Wait for me for half an hour, will you?" His eyes looked serious as he stared at her.

Whiling looking at each other, Abigail's heart missed a beat. It was throbbing.

She withdrew her gaze and compromised, "Just half an hour at the most. Not even a minute over."

"Great." Micah immediately returned to his seat and quickly got into state to handle the task at hand.

*

In the evening, the meeting place was at a bar.

There were feasting and revelry.

There were more than a dozen men and women in the room, and by the time Abigail and Micah arrived, almost everyone was here and was having a good time.

Micah had spent many years in medical research and had never been involved in the affairs of the Lloyd Group, and naturally had never been involved in any social occasions.

He didn't like this alcoholic scene, and from the moment he came in he frowned tightly, with a cold and out-of-place look.

Abigail guessed that he was uncomfortable, and as she entered, turned around and whispered, "If you're not used to it, wait for me outside, or take a taxi back to the Matthews House yourself."

After that, she looked back inside the private room and quickly had a warm smile.

But her wrist was clutched by Micah, who asked in a somewhat different tone, "Abigail, have you been such occasions frequently?"

Abigail lowered her eyes, hid the sadness in her eyes, and said lightly, "I'm Matthews Group's heiress. Revitalizing family business is my duty. Whether I like it or not, I must attend."

She pushed Micah's hand away and walked in herself.

When the people inside saw her, they immediately called out to her enthusiastically.

Someone else noticed the man behind her, "I heard you and the Weaver Family backed out the marriage contract, so is he your new love? He's so handsome!"

Abigail turned around and saw that Micah hadn't left and was standing silently and obediently behind her.

She smiled and explained, "This is my new secretary. I brought him to meet you guys."

After dealing with the other presidents' questions, she just whispered to Micah and asked, "Why did you come in? This is not the place for you. Get out."

Micah shook his head resolutely, "Even you can adapt to this scene, I have nothing to squirm about."

Since he insisted, Abigail didn't forcefully persuade, and took the initiative to hold his hand and pull him to the vacant sofa to sit down together.

Micah looked down, staring at the hand she was holding.

That warm feeling in his palm was so real.

All the toasts to Abigail were accepted by Micah.

After drinking so many glasses of wine, Micah's face turned red, and he felt dizzy. Obviously he was drunk.

Abigail helplessly shook her head. He drank so much while having eaten nothing, which showed that his drinking capacity was quite good.

"Miss Abigail, the toast is for you. I look forward to working with the Matthews Group in the future."

She stopped thinking of Micah and immediately raised her glass with a proper demeanor and responded with a smile, "You're welcome, Mr. Smith."

When she was about to drink, her wrist was clutched.

Micah's eyes looked blurred, but he still insisted on drinking for her.

She hurriedly leaned close to his ear and instructed, "You are so heavy. If you got drunk, I can't carry you back home by myself. Just a few glasses of wine, I won't get drunk. Don't worry."

He shook his head and spoke from his heart, "I wasn't around before and couldn't do things you didn't like for you, but now that I'm here. I don't want you to worry and force yourself because of these things."

Abigail froze slightly. It was the first time she heard such plain words.

As she froze, the glass of wine in her hand was once again taken by Micah and drained in one go.

The price of hardening himself was that he did get drunk and lie down.

Abigail was wordless.

The feeling of being touched did not exist at this moment.