Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen novel Chapter 306

Chapter 306 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes.” 

Upon receiving confirmation, Timothy promptly released Mia’s hand, observing her body swerve 

diagonally. 

Instinctively. Mia clung to Timothy, resolute in maintaining her balance. Falling at this moment 

was not an option! 

“Mia, let go!” Timothy’s exasperation echoed in his tone. 

Looking up, Mia realized she was tightly holding onto his tie. Timothy’s face had turned red, and 

he seemed a bit flustered. 

A flicker of amusement sparkled in Mia’s eyes. She pretended to be intoxicated and resisted letting go, saying, “Oh, goodness, I feel so dizzy. I can’t stand straight. I might just tumble if I release you.” 

Gasping for breath after escaping a chokehold, Timothy reached out, enveloping Mia in a tight 

embrace. 

“Mia, are you trying to kill your husband?” he quipped, having just narrowly avoided being choked. 

to death. 

Mia found herself in Timothy’s embrace. Her face nestled against his chest. 

Only the thin fabric of his shirt separated them, and she could sense the comforting warmth radiating from his body. 

The strong, rhythmic thump of his heartbeat echoed in her ears. 

Mia stood there, momentarily stunned. 

What prompted Timothy to initiate such a tight hug? 

Mia struggled to catch her breath, urgently attempting to free herself from Timothy’s grasp. However, his hands remained firmly secured around her waist. 

His voice, low and hoarse, commanded, “Don’t move.” 

As the gravity of his tone sank in, Mia’s breath hitched. This situation couldn’t persist. 

Thinking on her feet, Mia feigned drunkenness and protested, “I want to go home! You scoundrel, 

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Despite the discomfort in his neck, Timothy patiently reassured her with a low voice, saying. Hmm, don’t move. I’ll take you back right away.” 

Initially bracing herself for a heated response, Mia hoped Timothy would release her, allowing her the freedom to head home on her own. 

To her surprise, not only did his anger fail to manifest, but his tone also took an unexpectedly gentle turn. 

Was this the same Timothy she knew? 

Just then, Felix’s voice chimed in. “Mia, are you okay?” 

Caught off guard by his voice, Mia, who was still pretending to be drunk, faced a dilemma–should she acknowledge Felix or not? 

Instinctively, Mia tried to turn her head, but Timothy firmly pulled her back into his embrace. 

Mia’s pupils slightly contracted as she stole a glance at Timothy before her. What was he trying to 

convey? 

In a protective stance, Timothy cradled the seemingly intoxicated Mia and addressed Felix, “She’s had a bit too much to drink. I’ll take her home first.” 

“Is Mia really drunk? I apologize. My mom accidentally mixed up the drinks earlier. She mistook whiskey for apple juice.” 

Felix had just learned that Mia had been sipping on whiskey, renowned for its high alcohol content and robust aftertaste.