The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 465

"Do not misunderstand. It was my mother who insisted that I come to take care of you. To undress you is to help you clean your body. I have absolutely no other feelings for you."

She nodded her head righteously, looking serious and solemn.

Micah was still drunk and dizzy, and Abigail's words made him hurtful, "So, it's me who's not attractive, and it's surprising that you don't even think that way when you undress me."

Abigail was wordless.

What did that mean? Did he expect her to actually do something to him?

But if she took advantage of the drunkenness to hatch a sinister plot and sleep with him, then what was the difference between her and a rogue?

She stared at Micah and tried to explain properly, but his face was red and his formerly cool eyes looked melancholy, like being bullied.

Unexpectedly ... he was a bit cute?

She was frozen in thought when Micah grabbed her wrist once more, sounding a bit pathetic.

"Abigail, did I hurt you so much before that you have completely disliked me? So even when you saw my body, you didn't have feelings for me."

"Hmm ..." she was speechless for a while.

Micah recently read over the love skills articles every night and learned how to say romantic words. Especially Keith had taught him before that if it really did not work, use the honey-trap.

If he was fully awake, it was impossible for him to do so.

But with the effect of alcohol, he made a bold move.

He also grabbed Abigail's wrist, and subconsciously put her hand towards his chest.

Let her palm press against her skin that was hot from drunkenness.

He was staring at Abigail in ecstasy, "My body, all of which you've seen and touched. You're responsible for me."

Abigail pursed her lips. It was the first time for her to see this kind of shameless action, and the person who did this was always arrogant and aloof before.

"Micah, you're really drunk. Your brain isn't working so well."

Micah didn't care, grabbed her hand again and put it towards her abs, and even squeezed her fingers so she was forced to pinch him.

Abigail blushed and tried to pull her hand back, but Micah's grip tightened.

She looked helpless, "Are you okay? Is there something added to the wine? I can't believe you did this kind of hooliganism!"

Micah's eyes looked misty and slightly watery, "You're the one touching me. You're the one being rascal, and, you don't want to be responsible."

She never thought that Micah would look like this when he was drunk.

If he wake up later and knew that he was drunk and did this shameless behavior, would he feel embarrassed and want to hide himself not to see her?

With his beatable and irritating behavior, she was a bit annoyed and gritted her teeth, "It looks like, when you sober up, you shouldn't remember what you did either, then, you shouldn't blame me!"

She sat decisively across Micah, "Micah, I'll show you tonight what the real irresponsibility is!"

She was at her full strength and rubbed his pectoral muscles and abs. Even if his skin was turned red because of rubbing, she did not let him go.

"See, I'm the one who's taking advantage of you now!"

Micah was already drunk and hazy, and was pinched by her in a way that somehow turned him on.

He quickly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

Taking advantage of her lack of defense, Micah quickly pinned her underneath his body.

"You ..."

Micah braced himself above her and covered her mouth.

His drowsy head lifted with great effort as he gently rested his forehead against hers, nose-to-nose.

Their breath intertwined.