The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 561

"Abigail, are you thinking of your future husband and cutting off the happiness early?"

Micah shrank under the blanket and stared at her innocently.

Abigail shamefully covered her face with the blanket, hiding herself, "If I say, it was accidental. Do you believe me?"

"Yes."

Micah nodded in a serious manner, "I believe everything you say. If you really want to me die without descendants, it wouldn't have been with the same force as just now."

He said it honestly, but Abigail was genuinely embarrassed.

"Then go to bed early. You have to work tomorrow."

Abigail rolled over and turned her back to him, closing her eyes and pretending to sleep. Her whole body curled up on the bed, and stiff. And she was still not out of that awkward moment.

Micah stared at the back of her head, remembering Keith's instructions.

He tentatively put his hand to Abigail, trying to touch her bare and fair back and chat with her.

But he withdrew his hand.

Being sober, he really couldn't do it. He was so shy.

Being depressed, he sat up and unexpectedly saw a marble dining table across from him, with an unopened bottle of red wine and two glasses, as well as unlit delicate candles.

He got up and walked over, moving quickly to open the bottle of red wine.

Hearing the movement, Abigail slowly sat up, "Mr. Micah, what are you doing?"

When she inquired, Micah had already opened the bottle and poured himself a full glass of red wine. He decisively drained it

Wine made a man brave, which was always reasonable.

Micah picked up the empty glass and waved it in Abigail's direction, "Are you sleeping? Do you want to join me for a drink?"

"No."

Micah did not pretend to be falsely polite but proceeded to drink up four or five glasses of wine, and soon half a bottle of wine was empty.

Because he drank too much and was not able to hold it, his head was dizzy and his cheeks turned red because of the wine.

Abigail was wrapped in a bath towel and slept. Although it was not comfortable, it was more secure.

With the bustier bath towel, she could not cover her sexy collarbone and her fair shoulder.

Micah stared at her from afar. With the effect of alcohol, the good-looking figure on the bed looked more and more lustful.

He put down the glass and drank the bottle of wine directly.

The red wine was drowning out of the corners of his mouth, down the neck, staining the white bathrobe on his body, which added a few ascetic feeling.

Abigail saw him drink very quickly, and advised kindly, "It's easy to get drunk with red wine. Mr. Micah, you're not good at drinking. Don't drink too much."

Micah: "Drinking is all about practice. After a few more times and I'll be fine."

The whole bottle of red wine was finished. He walked dizzily to the bed and quickly lay under the blanket.

With the benefit of that drink, he moved closer to Abigail and carefully wrapped his arms around her from behind.

He whispered to her with his cold voice, "Abigail, happy birthday. I hope you'll have me with you on your birthday every year from now on."

Abigail felt it warm slightly and she squeezed the corner of the blanket nervously without speaking.

Micah continued, "Tonight, I want to give you the biggest birthday present of all."

She would have a gift?

Abigail turned around, "What kind of gift?"

"It's ... giving me to you."

He finished with a slightly teasing voice and leaned down to kiss her soft lips, "Let my body and my heart bear the name of you, Abigail, my fiancé."

She took his words to her heart.