The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 634

Under the rising mist, Abigail, who was in the bathtub, looked loose and pursed her red lips from time to time, as if she was sleeping soundly.

Micah's heart throbbed when he saw it. His fiancee was in front of him like this. If he didn't feel anything, then he was not a man.

He resisted the beast that wanted to roar and pin her down in his heart, and helped her wash her body calmly.

Half an hour later, Micah, who was forced to be drenched because of Abigail, took a shower.

Being half-asleep, Abigail blinked, was still drunk and looked hazy.

Hearing the sound of the shower, she grabbed the edge of the bathtub, rested her head lazily on her arms, and looked at the tall man under the shower.

His skin was dripping with water, which looked delicious.

Abigail could only see the profile of the man and thought him very handsome.

He was her type. Being drunk, she had a provocative idea.

She rested her head on one arm lazily and her voice was soft, "Sir, you look so handsome in the shower. How much for one night?"

Micah, who was taking a shower, was stunned on the spot and took a while before he realized that Abigail was talking to him.

Sir?

She was sober and didn't find out who he was?

"Abigail, say it again. Who am I?"

Abigail smiled enchantingly and continued to say to herself, "Don't worry. I'll spend one night with you. I'm very well behaved. Just chat with you on the bed."

Micah lowered his head and turned off the shower. Walking towards her, he slowly squatted in front of the bathtub and asked in a cold voice, "You really don't know who I am?"

Abigail reached out and touched his face. Her fingertips outlined his facial features, and she was slightly surprised, "You look like Micah. He is already my fiance. I can't betray him. I can't spend the night with you, but, I, I want to confide..."

Micah sighed, "If you have any problems, you can tell me."

Her cheeks were as red as ripe apples, and she smiled but looked groggy. Obviously, she hadn't sobered up.

As if she was talking bad behind someone's back, she looked shrew and a little cute.

It was the complete opposite of what an able woman usually looked like in the business.

"My fiance, he is rich, handsome, and highly educated and intelligent. He is simply one of the best men, but he..." Abigail said sullenly, "He has a low EQ and can't speak properly. His one word can piss me off."

Micah asked tentatively, "Are you tired of him?"

Abigail shook her head decisively, "I like him. I chased him for more than a year."

Micah suddenly settled down.

He kissed Abigail's forehead and said in a soft voice, "He likes you too."

Abigail grabbed the edge of the bathtub and kept laughing, "I told him. I don't want him to chase me anymore. I want to have a further relationship with him. The hint was so obvious, but he was like a fool. Not only did he not understand, he insisted chasing after me a whole year. Even one day can't be missed. Do you think he is brainless?"

Micah was startled.

It turned out that Abigail meant this when they were in the swimming pool...

He missed an opportunity to go further.

Micah was not reconciled to it, and wanted to know more from Abigail who was still drunk, "He is really stupid. Let's not be angry with him. When we go back from this trip, we can negotiate the marriage, and put it on the agenda earlier. How about it?"

Abigail shook her and said, "This fool, let him chase me for two years..."

The more she spoke, her voice gradually became smaller, and she fell asleep again.

Micah looked at her indulgently and shook his head helplessly.

He went back to the shower head, washed himself quickly, then wiped off the water stains on Abigail who was in the bathtub, and carried her to the big bed in the room.