The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1204

"I could let Anya sleep with me. She doesn't hate me, which is quite rare."

Rose had never had any experience playing with a child. Being a rich lady, she wouldn't possibly spend her free time playing with children. Plus, she didn't have the time to interact with kids. Her life was always filled with classes and learning special skills. As she grew up and had her own business, she had even less time.

Now she was a mother. Tonight, during their chat, she realized there were so many things about children she didn't understand. Yet, children were such lovely beings.

Watching Anya's rosy cheeks, Rose would always unintentionally show a gentle smile.

"Better not, you're pregnant now. Don't let her hurt you. Plus, she wakes up pretty early which can disturb your sleep." After saying this, Yulia bent down and gently picked up Anya, "It's late, you should rest."

Rose nodded, "You too."

She carried Anya back to the room, pushed the door open with her elbow. As soon as she entered, a smell of alcohol drifted in. She furrowed her brows, carrying Anya as she walked in. As expected, she saw Nathan in a black bathrobe, casually lounging on the windowsill of the room. He held a phone in one hand; based on the sound playing from its speakers, he must have been watching a video. In the other hand, he held a wine bottle, already consumed halfway.

Was he drowning his sorrows in liquor? Not at all. Judging by his casual demeanor, it seemed more like he was just killing time.

When she came back with the sleeping Anya, he moved his finger, exiting the video. Then he lifted the wine bottle and took two big gulps.

It was a bottle of Romanee Conti. Any wine found in Damon's estate would certainly be vintage. However, his attitude toward fine wine was far from refined. There was no savoring, tasting, or elegance in his approach. However, his sharply defined face exuded determination and a certain rugged handsomeness. He was born to be a man of high society, with an air of nobility that had penetrated into his bones.

His bathrobe was half-open, revealing his healthy skin tone and muscular chest. If you ignored the fine wine in his hand, his casual demeanor was flamboyant and domineering. Every part of him was what women desired.

He finished the wine, maintaining his posture, only turning his head towards the window, not intending to pay any attention to Yulia.

By then, Yulia had already lifted the quilt and gently placed Anya on the bed. Probably interrupted, Anya wrinkled her little brows, her mouth moved as if she woke up. Seeing Yulia, she mumbled "mama".

Yulia didn't respond, just gently patted her. Before long, Anya fell asleep again.

Yulia took a deep breath, then stood up, walked to the other side of the bed, casting her gaze on Nathan who was still sitting by the window.

Nathan gazed at Yulia's reflection on the glass. She wore a simple nightgown that accentuated her slender figure, with her hair cascading over her shoulders. She stood there, upright, and even though he was seated, she didn't reach his height. His throat moved a few times, then he lifted his head and took two gulps of wine.

Finally, he put the wine bottle aside and turned to look at her. The moment their eyes met, Yulia's heartbeat accelerated. She glanced at the almost empty bottle of Romanee Conti, lightly pursed her lips, lifted the quilt beside her, preparing to go to bed and no longer deal with this obviously drunk man.

Her movements were a bit hurried, as she felt the man behind her was closing in. Before she could get into bed, he successfully grabbed her wrist. In the end, he pulled her forcefully into his firm chest. She struggled a few times, but couldn't resist his strength. Finally, her wrist started to hurt from his grip, but she still couldn't break free.