Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 194

He didn't stop her from taking off her clothes, and of course he didn't think about doing anything to her. Actually, even until now, Carlo still couldn't understand why he would appear here!

He could have told his agent or assistant to come over and deal with this woman, but he rushed over as if he was worried.

He had long since admired her body in the commercial. Although she was wearing clothes, she was too perfect. He originally thought that it was the effect of the ad.

But now, he saw with his own eyes that she clearly had such a perfect figure. It wasn't because of the cultivation of the picture, but because of her own superiority.

Carlo turned his head and saw a small bookshelf behind him. For the sake of not being able to keep his eyes on this woman, he casually took out a book to pass the time.

Now that he was here, he had to keep a close eye on her as he passed the night.

The drunk girl slept soundly, but she slept in many strange postures. Libby had no idea that she wearing only underwear was peacefully sleeping in front of a man.

Moreover, she kept changing her posture, as if she was silently seducing the man on the sofa.

Carlo simply couldn't make out the contents of the book. Of course, the contents were definitely not what he was interested in either.

In the end, he was like an artist admiring the artwork he had discovered, staring at the woman on the bed.

Carlo had only sat for half an hour and his mouth was already dry. He really wanted to drink a few more cups of cold water and at the same time, felt the tension in his pants.

He actually had a reaction to this damnable woman.

Carlo had no choice but to change the channel on the sofa to watch TV the military arena. He turned the volume down and planned to spend the night there.

At six in the morning, the sky outside the window was gray as if it were about to light up.

Carlo's wise eyes revealed traces of fatigue. He turned off the television, got up and looked at the woman who was sleeping, then stood in front of the bed, listening to her breathing become flat, the smell of alcohol had disappeared, and her complexion had returned to normal. Evidently, this woman would wake up naturally soon.

A strand of Libby's hair she flipped over, rested on top of her nose. He was an obsessive and he would always reach out to deal if he was not used to.

He reached out to brush her hair away, and accidentally touched her delicate baby-like skin with his fingertips. His body shook violently, and the original thought that had been suppressed for the whole night surged up in a flash, as if he was anxiously searching for an exit.

Carlo gasped for breath as he turned around and strode out of her master bedroom, picked up the car key on the counter and pushed open the door with his phone.

The man's tall and slender body was shrouded in the morning mist. He seemed like a king that had walked out in the dark of night, giving off a mysterious and noble aura.

At seven in the morning, Libby pulled open the curtains slightly, and a ray of morning sunlight shot in glaring at her beautiful eyes.

"Mm ..." Libby lazily turned her body, planning to avoid the sunlight before continuing to sleep.

Helpless, physically anxious, she forced her eyes open. She immediately sat up in a daze and shook her head. A hangover headache seized her.

She hissed. "My head hurts ..."

Then, she touched a layer of gauze, and her eyes opened, seeing her naked body.

"Ah ..." Libby immediately pulled over a blanket to wrap herself, causing her to widen her eyes and carefully feel the circular gauze covering her head. She quickly stepped off the bed, grabbed a pair of pajamas from a hanger at the side, and put them on, before quickly entering the bathroom.

When she looked at the perfectly bandaged bandage on her head, fragments of last night's memory immediately started to surge in her mind. When she pieced them together, it looked like there was also Carlo's face.

Carlo came to her house? What?

Impossible!

The fear in her eyes grew as she consoled herself in her heart. It must be Mariela who had come to help her bandage it.

It must be ...

Libby hurriedly looked for her phone to confirm. When she came out of the hall, she was stunned once again!

Libby bit her lips in panic. She picked up her phone and looked for the call log from last night, and sure enough, at around 9 o'clock last night, she called Carlo.

Other than him, she had not contacted anyone else.

Damn it, it really was him! Libby tousled her disheveled long hair, and she was about to go crazy. Did she lose control of herself last night? She wasn't drunk last night. She didn't say anything to him!

After Libby went crazy for more than 10 minutes, she stared at the name Carlo on her phone, clenched her teeth and tried to get through, but no matter what, she had to ask.

"Hey!" A hoarse male voice came from the other end. It sounded like he was sleeping.

"Ugh! Are you sleeping? I am Libby ... I want to ask, did you come to my house last night?" Libby immediately asked with a soft and careful voice.

The man answered seriously, "Mmm!"

"What time did you leave?"

"What's wrong?"

"I'll just ask!"

"Six in the morning!" The man knew what she wanted to ask, and he did not hesitate to let her know.

Libby immediately looked towards the phone and made a sound that frightened her. She took a deep breath: "About that ... "I won't disturb you anymore ..."

"Don't call me the next time you get drunk!" The man gave a warning and hung up.

Libby blinked her eyes. Listening to the beep, she was stunned for a few seconds.

Libby immediately cried. The extreme embarrassment made her face flush ,and she had even seen what he should have seen last night.