But if Brettley pursued Bethan, things would be different. Even if Mommy still refused to expose her true identity, the two of them would have a chance to hit it off! With this thought, the little girl reached out her hand carefully and tugged at her father’s sleeve again. “Daddy, just try. I can help you! “
Brettley smiled helplessly, shaking his head. “No.“
“Why not! “
Nellie bit her lip, glaring at him unhappily, “Are you worried you’ll forget you’re just acting and really fall in love with Aunty? So, your love for Mommy is so weak after all! Then I won’t help you persuade Mommy to come back! You yourself don’t believe that you’ll always love her, why would she come back! You’re not even willing to put on an act with Aunty, you don’t really love Mommy after all! You don’t really want me to reunite with her! “
Brettley was quiet. “ ..“
Facing the unreasonable little girl, suddenly, he was at a loss of how to react.
He sighed, pouring himself another glass and emptied it. “I’ll consider it.“
Nellie bit her lip, watching him gulp down the wine, feeling displeased. “Daddy, it’ll work! Trust me! I promise you won’t regret it!“
Looking at her eyes, filled to the brim with bright expectation, Brettley frowned slightly. “Daddy will consider it.“
If she suggested he pursue another woman, one with who he had no relations, and not Bethan, maybe he would agree without hesitation. But Bethan…
Looking at the woman on the bed who almost drove him crazy a few times, a helpless smile hung on his lips.
He did not trust himself not to fall for her. Very soon, the bottle of wine was empty.
The wine that Nellie brought him was the bottle with the highest alcohol content available at home. No matter how good his tolerance was, after downing it so quickly, he would not be able to withstand its effects. After another three glasses, he could not take it anymore. He massaged his temples, soothing his headache, and leaned on the bay window. “Nellie, is that all?“
Looking at his drunk state, she decided she could not get any more answers out of her father tonight.
The little girl pursed her lips, her eyes flitting to the time displayed on her digital watch. “It’s late, Daddy you should go to sleep soon! “
“You too.“
In his drunken state, he had completely forgotten a drunk Bethan was already laying fast asleep on his bed.
He reached out, fumbling around, and climbed into bed, pulled the ‘quilt ‘ toward him, and hugged it. ” Nellie, can you go to bed by yourself? Daddy needs to sleep now.”
“All right.”
The little girl shrugged and turned to leave. “Little princess…”
Outside the door, Lucas looked at Nellie worriedly, holding the cup containing the hangover soup in his hands. “Sir, he’s…”
“Drunk! Who said I can’t get my Daddy drunk?”
With that bold and haughty statement, the little girl quickly disappeared down the corridor with her hands behind her back.
Lucas sighed and knocked on the door lightly, “Sir?” There was no response.
He twisted his eyebrows, but still did not dare to push open the door and enter.
When he reached the top of the stairs, Lucas suddenly remembered.
If he remembered correctly… Bethan was still inside?
The night deepened.
Sitting in the hotel room, Malcolm Quinn looked at the scene on the big screen, frowning fiercely.
He had been looking for Bethan for more than two hours now, combing through every corner of the hotel.
Finally, he spotted her slim figure in the CCTV recording from a roadside camera.
The woman on the screen was dead drunk, stumbling in a certain direction.
And the direction she was headed toward… was Brettley’s Blue Bay Villa.
White half-moons appeared on the tips of his fingers that were clutching the wine glass.
Bethan only knew he was here today to attend Granny Morrison’s birthday party, but she did not know he came purposely for her.
He and Brettley were sworn enemies.
The Quinn family’s business endeavors didn’t extend to Banyan City.
He rescheduled a few meetings just to come here and see her.
That night, he received many overseas phone calls, urging him to return home.
But the woman he cared about and valued above everything, not only did she drink for another man right in front of him, later, dead drunk, she stumbled to his house! His phone rang again beside him. He answered it coldly.
“Boss, there’s only two more hours until your flight, should I delay it?”
“No.”
He closed his eyes silently. “It’s time to go.”
In the morning, Bethan was rudely awakened by her ringing phone.
Its incessant ringing annoyed her.
In a daze, she grabbed the phone from on top of the bedside cabinet and answered without even looking to check who was the caller. “Hello…”
Her lazy tone silenced the caller.
A moment later, the man on the other end coughed quietly, “You’re Bethan?”
She frowned, massaging her temples to relieve her headache from her hangover, and said softly, “Of course I am… who are you?”
“I am Adrian Morrison. I’m right downstairs. Tell Brettley to come down.”
Bethan paused.
Adrian Morrison?
Downstairs?
Brettley?
She opened her eyes tiredly. “Mr. Morrison, I don’t…” Before she could finish, she paused in shock.
This was Brettley’s bedroom!!!
She lowered her head in a daze and looked at the phone in her hands.
It was not hers…
“Miss Bethan, I understand you youngsters’ lifestyle, but I have been waiting for almost an hour. Ask Brettley to come down right now! “
With that, Adrian hung up the phone. Placing the phone down, Bethan was dazed.
She turned around stiffly, looking at the big bed behind her.
And met Brettley’s deep, soulful eyes. Their eyes met.
“I…”
Bethan opened her mouth, but only a single syllable popped out.
Wasn’t she drinking with Malcolm last night? Why would she wake up in Brettley’s bed?
She looked down at both of their ruined clothes, strewn across the floor, and the hickeys on her body, without any further explanation, she understood what happened last night…
Bethan felt as if her head was about to explode.
”You were drunk.”
Brettley sat up, elegantly reaching for the robe beside him and put it on. ”I was drunk too.”
Even though he too was surprised at the sight that greeted his eyes, he was much calmer than her.
“My father is downstairs?“
He climbed down from the bed, wearing the robe around his shoulders. “I ’11 go wash up. You should tidy yourself up and get up too. Ask the servants to prepare whatever you want for breakfast.“
He acted so naturally as if this was not the first time something like this happened between them.
Looking at his broad back, Bethan bit her lip. “Brettley.“
He stopped.
“What more do you want to say?“
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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