Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy novel Chapter 1817

The dinner was enjoyed. Jacob Berger suddenly took out three bottles of wine from his backpack and laughed: "I only brought three, not enough points, Mr. Theodore Shapiro, you can have a bottle with Betty."

"Thank you!" Theodore Shapiro took it over, opened the beer, and handed it to Betty.

Betty took it over and took a sip. It was quite sour. It was in such a mountainous area that it was a great pleasure to drink this cool and refreshing drink.

"Is it good to drink? Compensate me." Theodore Shapiro snatched it over, and looked up to drink.

Suki Waterhouse secretly rolled her eyes. She really did not like this kind of loving occasion. It was because she did not have a boyfriend. Of course, she would have such a mentality, simply because she had already She was not the most popular woman. She had a gap in her heart and because she did have a crush on Theodore Shapiro.

After drinking, everyone was tired, and Jacob Berger said, "Everyone, let's go rest first. I'll be here to watch the night."

Theodore Shapiro immediately said, "I'll take turns with you. You'll stay in the middle of the night."

"That's okay." Jacob Berger smiled and nodded.

There were only four tents in total. Betty was going to squeeze with Suki Waterhouse, but now it seemed that she could only sleep alone. Suki Waterhouse and Cherry Jones had already shared one.

The surroundings were dark. Betty lay in a tent, turned over, and looked through the tent. He could see another tent not far from her. Was Theodore Shapiro asleep?

Even though there was a fire beside her, the fire was not strong enough. Betty could not sleep. She listened to the sounds of nature. Time passed by little by little. Suddenly, when she heard someone pulling the zip of her tent, she sat up in shock.

"It's me!" a deep male voice came.

"Theodore Shapiro, you don't sleep, what are you doing?" Betty asked in a low voice.

"If I said I'm afraid of the dark, do you believe me?" The man's voice was filled with a smile.

Betty wanted to smile, gritting her teeth and replied, "Of course not."

"But I'm really afraid of the dark." Theodore Shapiro crawled in, and in the next second, he lay down.

Betty bit her lower lip. Her pretty face was a little hot in the dark. The space of the tent was not too big. She slept more than alone, but when Theodore Shapiro's tall body also came in, she felt extremely crowded.

"Betty, I want to sleep with you." Theodore Shapiro reached out and pulled her arm with a pitiful tone. "I'm not used to being with people." Betty wanted to push him away, but as soon as she reached out, the man yanked her and she lay on him.

The man made a low laugh, and Betty was a little annoyed. He did it on purpose.

"Theodore Shapiro, can you have a face? My friend's still here." Betty was angry and anxious. She was helpless now. She didn't even dare to speak loudly. It was subtle.

"No, I've been told that the person who wants to love you must have a thick—skinned skin. He can't let go." Theodore Shapiro was now a hooligan, he really enjoyed the feeling of being squeezed in a small tent.

Betty was really about to be laughed at by his words. How could he hear the fallacy?

"That's fine, anyway, my blanket is thin, it's cold here again, you're not bad as my heater." Betty was not polite to him either. It was really warm.

Theodore Shapiro saw her lying in his arms, his heart warm, he was very happy, and very satisfied. "Betty!" Theodore Shapiro saw that she was speechless. He whispered her name.

"Mm!" Betty couldn't sleep, her mind became clear again, and against his solid chest, she felt his undulating heartbeat.

"What are you thinking about?" Theodore Shapiro could not sleep as well and wanted to whisper to her.

"I didn't think about anything." Betty closed her eyes and refused to admit it.