Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 1963

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Desmond drove the car straight back to the villa.

Mia was a gentle girl with a good temper. Even if she was drunk, she made no noise and stayed very obedient.

As Desmond was driving, she obediently leaned against the passenger seat, her face pressing against her hands. She curled up there, like a soft and lovely white rabbit, her eyelashes leaving two curved shadows.

After arriving home, Mia looked even more drunk.

When she got in the car, she even knew that she should fasten the seatbelt. However, she felt dizzier when she got out of the car, and her arms and legs had gone limp.

Desmond didn't argue with her- he carried her straight into the villa.

When he went upstairs, he walked lightly for fear of bumping her.

Desmond asked Sabine to bring a cup of honey water.

Simon drank it all in one gulp.

Desmond sat by the bed and asked, "Are you feeling better?"

Mia pressed her forehead. "I'm still dizzy!"

How could she not feel faint?

Among his friends, Shelton had the best flair bartending skills.

Shelton made her a cup of fruit wine, but it was much more than just fruits! They were used to the spirits in it so that they wouldn't feel uncomfortable, but it was too strong for Mia, who barely drank before.

Desmond thought he should have beaten Shelton up before he left.

Mia's mind was in a state of chaos. She knew it was Desmond, although she saw two Desmond.

She was trying to focus her eyes on him as she murmured, "Desmond, you're so charming!"

Desmond had flirted with lots of girls, many of whom took the initiative to get closer to him. They fell for his gorgeous look and charm, their eyes full of affection and admiration. He had heard too many compliments.

But Mia was different. When she spoke, she looked at him piously and seriously with pure eyes.

Desmond felt ripples of happiness in his heart.

He asked, "How good-looking am I?"

Mia thought about it seriously. "In my eyes, you are the best-looking man."

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly. "Mia."

"Hmm?" Mia looked up.

Desmond said, "Close your eyes."

Mia did it obediently.

She had drunk too much, so her cheeks looked red and soft.

Desmond pinched her chin and lowered his head to kiss her.

He had wanted to do this for a long time.

Mia trembled.

After drinking so much tonight, she was a little lightheaded.

Desmond hesitated.

He still felt that it was best for both of them to be clear-headed, for he could not figure out what Mia was thinking. She came from the countryside, so she must be conservative. He did not know if she was willing to have some fun with him in bed.

What if she waked up and regreted it tomorrow?

Desmond frowned deeply and got ready to get up.

But he failed.