Her Biliionaire Husband (Veronica and Matthew) novel Chapter 995

Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 995-Hendrey frowned deeply as his gentle expression disappeared. “Back then, you kept saying you wanted to marry me and were so proactive. Now you’re pretending like you don’t know me? Miss Lamia, do you think I, Hendrey Johnson, am the one who has bad intentions toward you?”

He preemptively struck first.

When they were drinking together, Lamia’s words and drunken behavior made it clear that she had feelings for him, which was why he was so proactive toward her.

“I-I-I…”

Lamia was embarrassed and bit her lip, carefully trying to remember what had happened, but her head hurt too much and she couldn’t recall anything.

“I’m sorry, I-I can’t remember anything.”

“Hmph, I thought you were deeply in love with me, but it turns out you’re such a woman.” His face darkened, and he picked up his phone from the table and dialed a number. “I’ve already called the police. Miss Lamia, you may report me to the authorities. I, Hendrey Johnson, am willing to take responsibility.”

“Oh, um…”

Lamia was stunned, but before she knew what to do, the police officer on the other end of the phone had already started speaking. Her heart raced, and she immediately hung up the phone.

“No, no, no, I didn’t mean that.”

She threw the phone aside and clenched her teeth. Biting her lip, she said, “It’s just that… I didn’t expect myself to act so recklessly when I was drunk.”

Feeling embarrassed, she covered her face with her hands. “What did I do at that time?”

Seeing that she believed him, Hendrey raised his eyebrow slightly. “You didn’t do anything; it’s my fault for bringing you back to the room when you’re drunk. That way, you wouldn’t have had the chance to seduce me. It’s also my fault for acting improperly while under the influence.”

He got up, then covered himself with a towel before preparing to leave.

The sense of loss he left behind quickly spread through Lamia’s body, causing her to clench her toes in discomfort and pull the covers tight around her. “I-I don’t blame you. It’s my fault.”

She quickly sat up and grabbed his hand, summoning the courage to say, “I-I… Mr. Johnson, I really like you.”

If she didn’t like him, she wouldn’t have kept his sketch.

As she got up too quickly, she even forgot that she was not wearing anything.