Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 911

Chapter 911 

Hannah chuckled in exasperation. 

“Mom, you’re resorting to this kind of thing? Is Noah your long–lost biological son or something?” 

Vanessa sighed, saying, “Hannah, you’re not getting any younger. A few more years, and you’ll be a spinster. Even though Mr. Noah was confused about his feelings before and rejected your advances, when he realized he liked you, he bravely pursued you. I’ve seen his efforts, and he truly is the best man for you. Your dad and I know he’ll treat you right. 

After delivering those heartfelt words, Vanessa quietly left. 

Looking at the condom in her hand, Hannah could not help but imagine the intimate 

scene. 

She felt a flush of embarrassment from her neck to her ears. 

She turned to look at the intoxicated Noah on the bed, feeling conflicted. 

Should she really go through with this? 

Walking to the bedside, she stared at Noah for a moment. 

His handsome face was red from the alcohol, and there were two conflicting voices in her 

mind. 

After sitting quietly by the bed for a few minutes, reason ultimately triumphed over her 

emotions. 

Hannah tossed the condom into the trash bin and wrung out the towel, then proceeded to help Noah wipe his body and face. 

The vast difference in physical strength between men and women made Noah too heavy 

for her. 

By the time she finished wiping him down, she was utterly exhausted. 

She never wanted to see Noah drunk again in her life. 

Panting heavily, she tucked Noah back into bed and decided to get some extra bedding from the closet to make a makeshift bed on the floor for herself. 

Chapter 911 

However, as she was about to get up, her arm was grabbed again. 

The man, deep in sleep, unconsciously pulled her into his embrace, holding her like a pillow as he slept. 

“Noah?” Hannah whispered gently. 

No response. 

This time, he was truly asleep. 

She tried to pry open his arm that was pinning her down, but he was just too heavy. 

Hannah found herself too weak to break free from his grasp, perhaps due to fatigue or maybe because this sleeping position was just too comfortable. 

Her eyelids grew heavy, and she gradually gave up resistance, drifting into a deep sleep. 

The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight shone through the window, Hannah woke 

1. up. 

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

His face, with its perfect features, was exquisitely handsome even in sleep, and she could still feel the icy aura emanating from him. 

Hannah reached out her fingers, tracing his forehead, then his distinguished brows, and his straight nose… outlining his features bit by bit. 

This face, this 

this man, 

stirred something deep within her. 

Especially those obsidian eyes. 

Wait a minute, his eyes? 

Hannah snapped out of her reverie.