The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 466

Abigail laughed in exasperation, "Mom, you can even take out this kind of stuff. Micah is your long-lost biological son, right?"

Katelyn sighed, "Baby, just grab that chance. Although Mr. Micah previously did not understand their own feelings and refused you."

"After he found out he likes you, he courts bravely and works really hard. I saw all this with my eyes. He is really the most suitable man for you, and your father and I are very relieved to leave you to him."

After a few sincere words, Katelyn left quietly.

Abigail looked at the condom in her hand and couldn't help but think of that intimate image. Instantly, her neck and her ears turned red.

She turned back to Micah, who was drunk on the bed, and was a little torn inside.

Really?

She walked over to the bed and stared at Micah for a moment.

Looking at his handsome and red face, there were two voices fighting in her mind.

After sitting quietly on the edge of the bed for a few minutes, her heart was finally overcome by her sanity.

She threw the condom into the trash, wrung out another towel and wiped Micah's body and face.

The physical disparity between men and women was so great that Micah was really too heavy for her.

By the time she finished cleaning her body, she was exhausted.

For the rest of her life, she didn't want to see Micah drunk a second time!

Breathing heavily, she tucked Micah under the blanket again, intending to go to the closet to get two futons so that she could sleep on floor for the night.

Who knew that just as she was about to get up, her arm was once again clutched.

The sleeping man used his force unconsciously and directly pulled her into his arms, hugging her as a pillow to sleep.

"Micah?"

She shouted softly.

No response. He was really asleep.

She tried to break his arm that was pressing her, but he was really too heavy, and she was already too weak to get out of her clutches.

Perhaps she was too tired, and perhaps it was too comfortable to sleep in this position.

Abigail's eyelids were heavy and she gradually gave up her resistance and fell into a deep sleep.

Abigail woke up early the next morning when the sunlight came through the window.

She slowly opened her eyes and turned her head to look at the sleeping face of the man beside her.

The face and the features were perfect and delicate. Despite that he was sleeping, she could still feel the extremely cold aura of his body.

Abigail stretched out her fingers and stroked from his forehead, gently his eyebrows, then to the high bridge of the nose ...

Little by little, he was outlined by her fingers.

This face and this person made her heart flutter.

Especially, those dark and deep eyes.

Uh, wait, eyes?

She came back to her senses.

When she looked at him, Micah had, at some point, woken up and was also staring at her.

She withdrew her hand and hurried to explain, "Don't misunderstand! Last night the door was accidentally locked by my mother. And you hugged me and wouldn't let me go, so I was so tired after cleaning your body that I was forced to fall asleep in your bed. Nothing happened!"

Micah's lips lifted slightly, "If nothing happened, why are you nervous?"

"Am I nervous?" Abigail blushed slightly.

Micah's ears were red, "Actually...what happened last night ..." he basically remembered.

He thought for a moment and said sharply, "I will be responsible to the end?"