Marry Ex’s Uncle After Divorcement By Jacqueline Chapter 550
Marry Ex’s Uncle After Divorcement By Jacqueline Chapter 550
She was a little helpless, but it was fortunate that the elevator soon arrived. Someone was waiting outside, so she hurriedly helped him out the door before she was embarrassed.
“Which side is your room on?”
She took the room card and started looking for the room number by looking at the sign on the wall.
Finally, she found the room, but Charlie was standing still and didn’t go, so she had to walk over and drag him back in, just like taking care of a little kid.
Charlie’s room was a single queen room. Theresa opened the door to drag him in.
And then, the lights in the room turned on automatically.
She took him to the bed and said, “Take off your clothes and go to sleep!”
When she finished, Charlie immediately lifted his neck.
Theresa froze for a moment at his move. Did he mean for her to undress for him?
“Are you a little kid?”
Neither Leonard nor Ben would let her help them undress now.
Theresa reached out and helped him loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt anyway…
He felt hot all over after drinking wine. Looking at her who was undressing in front of him, he © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.
reached out and wrapped his hand around her thin waist.
The atmosphere became ambiguous.
Theresa said, “Stop it.”
Not listening to her, he rolled onto the bed with her in his arms and kissed her on her lips.
He was very drunk and didn’t look very sober. Theresa looked at him, “Charlie.”
“Shh, don’t talk.” He put his finger on her mouth to stop her from making a sound.
She cooperated and did not say anything else, but he once again pressed up and kissed her, very
tenderly.
Probably also because of drinking some wine, looking at the man in front of her, Theresa felt that he was so provocative in this way.
When she woke up, she glanced at the clock on the hotel bedside table, and it was 2:08 in the
middle of the night.
It was very hot in the cocoon. Her and his clothes had been thrown all over the floor and the
sound of a shower came from the bathroom.
Theresa lay in bed, feeling a slight headache, and not knowing what she was doing.
Maybe she was really crazy!
She knew he was very mindful of her past, and she shouldn’t take advantage of him like that
while he was drunk.
She sat up, picked up her clothes, and put them on one by one when the bathroom door opened and Charlie came out..
The lights in the room were not very bright, and he was pretty much sober at this point. Those
pleasant before sleep flashed from his mind, and his gloom of the day had completely disappeared.
At this moment of seeing Theresa, he was about to speak when Theresa raised her head to look.
at him.
Charlie actually didn’t expect that he and she would sleep together, and being looked at by her
made him a little nervous.
He was about to say something when Theresa had already spoken, “I’m drunk, so let’s forget
about what happened today.”
Let’s forget about what happened today?
Looking at her, Charlie had been full of joy and wanted to say something to her, but he didn’t
expect that what she said to him would be this.
She was… so eager to distance herself from him?
His bright eyes darkened at once because of her words.
Theresa had already put her clothes back on, “Don’t worry. I won’t get pregnant and I’ll get up
early tomorrow morning to buy birth control pills.”
After saying that, she stood up. When Charlie heard her words, he felt a little sad.
What kind of person… did she treat him like?
She even wanted to go buy birth control pills.
Was she that afraid of getting involved with him and getting pregnant with his child?
Charlie looked over at her and said, “Why didn’t you take birth control pills when you were with
Roderick?”
Hearing his words, Theresa was stunned for a moment and then she looked at the man in front of her, “What were you saying?”
What did this have to do with Roderick?
“If you take the pills, you shouldn’t have had those two kids?” Charlie didn’t know what he was
talking about.
It’s just that her words just now really irritated him.