One Night Stand With The Uninvited Wolf President novel Chapter 165

He had such a real dream last night.

He had almost trusted the dream.

In the dream, he stroked Ceres's creamy cheek.

Her eyes were so limpid, and her lips were as delicate as rose petals.

Johny stared at the empty room, his heart aching.

Why couldn't he find her?

He searched the whole Imperial City and even looked for her abroad. The private detectives and underworld were all used by him, but he found nothing.

How could a person vanish?

Suddenly, Bill poked his head in.

Bill slept in another room last night, and now he woke up to see what Johny was doing.

"Brat, why are you sneaking around?" Johny lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

"Are you awake?" Bill scratched his head, tittering.

Johny snorted and entered the bathroom.

However, Bill felt nervous. 'Should I tell him about what happened last night? Johny would probably go crazy with joy if he knows Ceres's back. I'm a dead man if Johny knows I drugged him last night and found him a woman! Ceres even saw that!'

'What should I do? Should I say it?'

"Bill!" Johny shouted in the bathroom.

Bill trembled in fear.

"What's wrong, Johny?"

"What was going on with my face?" Johny looked at himself in the mirror. His face was red and swollen like he had been slapped!

Bill walked over carefully, "You drank too much last night and accidentally fell on the ground."

Johny glared fiercely at Bill.

"Were you the one who accidentally fell me?" Johny could tell at a glance that Bill was lying.

"Yes! Yes! I didn't mean it. Johny, don't blame me." Bill looked flattering.

Johny snorted coldly. He knew that Bill was clumsy.

"Alright, go back to work."

"Got it!" Bill immediately left the room and let out a long sigh of relief.

He still didn't dare to tell the truth, or Johny would tear him down. Anyway, Ceres had already returned. As long as she was still in Imperial City, they would meet again.

The Winsors.

The sound of a child reading came from the quiet house, and the teacher with gold-rimmed glasses was guiding him with a pointer.

The child was too young, only three years old, just the time when he liked to play.

"Teacher, I want water."

"Teacher, I am hungry. I want to have snacks!"