Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 296

Libby went downstairs stealthily. On the second floor, she glanced at the room furthest in, where Carlo's study door was still closed.

When Libby came to the hall, she walked into the wine cabinet. If it was red wine, she had some research skills, so she opened one bottle and poured it into a glass. She shook it a little, smelling the fragrant red wine, hoping to have a good night's sleep.

Libby felt that if she wanted to sleep well, she must drink more, so she poured a large cup and went upstairs.

On Carlo's nose was a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, which made his entire person look more refined and refined. His eyes were not nearsighted, but he enjoyed the glasses' gentle shine, which made him feel more relaxed when looking at the script.

He liked to read the scripts late into the night. At the moment, he had just finished reading a script, and felt that the female lead was very suitable for Libby.

It was extremely enchanting character, even her disguise was clearly seen in Carlo's mind. With a light hook from Carlo, she was chosen as the role.

Thinking about this woman, Carlo immediately put down the script. Ever since he delivered the script to her yesterday, he didn't have any time to accompany her at night, so he didn't know what she was doing right now.

What was Libby doing? Furthermore, Libby felt that his red wine was so sweet and refreshing that it entered her mouth as a beverage. Not long later, a large cup of red wine was finished.

Libby poured herself a cup of wine and she laughed out loud. It was so delicious, I wonder if Carlo would be angry if he knew that she drank his treasured red wine!

Just then, Libby heard someone knocking on the door. She was shocked. You came to scold her?

Libby was a little flustered as she hid the wine cup in the cupboard, straightened her clothes, and walked to the door and opened it. Carlo's lazy body leaned on her door.

"Are you done?" Libby smiled and asked, she drank too fast, and was still drunk.

Carlo retracted his gaze. The red wine in the air indicated that this woman had just drank wine. It seemed to be his red wine.

"What are you doing?"

"No ...." Nothing, I was just watching a movie! to learn about other people's acting skills." Libby hid her panic.

Carlo pushed open the door to her room that was half closed, and walked into her room with his tall and big body. Libby immediately opened her eyes wide, wondering what was he doing in her room. Don't you know that men and women don't understand each other?

"Why didn't you call me if you wanted to drink?" Carlo suddenly turned and asked.

This made Libby's face heat up, and her head began to feel dizzy. She smiled somewhat embarrassedly, "So you found out! "Yes, I just opened a bottle of your wine and drank a little."

Carlo looked at her two red cheeks, but did not dare agree with her. He had only drank a little, and it looked like she had drank a lot.

"Why drink? What worries or worries do you have?" Carlo was still inevitably concerned about her motive for drinking.

Libby shook her head, "I don't have any worries! I just can't sleep, I can't sleep, and I want a drink to help me sleep."

"Why insomnia?" Carlo could not help but squint his eyes, as a warm feeling welled up in him.

Libby had found out about it and understood what was going on. She hurriedly waved her hand and said, "My insomnia has nothing to do with you. I just had a nap in the afternoon and slept for too long, which resulted in me not sleeping at all."

Carlo's face immediately became ugly. Could it be that she did not place him in her eyes at all?

Libby immediately pushed him away, "I'm feeling a little dizzy, I'm going to sleep."

With that, she pounced in the direction of the bed and immediately laid down on it.

Behind her, Carlo was really annoyed. Drunk women were just trouble, he couldn't let her sleep in her room alone. If she wanted to get up, it would be hard to avoid knocking against her.

Carlo had also taken a bath, and for the past two days, he respected her and did not overdo it. But tonight, this woman had clearly summoned him to share a bed and bed with his.

Carlo shifted Libby a little to the other side. Libby felt the bed behind her sink, and couldn't help but turn around, staring at him with a pair of drunken eyes, "Why are you sleeping on my bed?"

"Is this your bed or mine?" Carlo asked.

Libby complained, "This is your bed... However ... You can't sleep with me... "No way ..." Saying that, she pushed him.

Carlo immediately wrapped his arms around her and pressed down with his body, "You said it won't work, so it won't work? This is my home, I have the final say."

Libby suddenly became more clear-headed. She looked at the pair of eyes that were as black as the night and felt panic in her heart. Did this man want to take advantage of her?

"You ... "Don't you dare act recklessly ..." Libby hurriedly warned.

"What do you mean reckless actions?" After he finished speaking, Carlo lowered his head and kissed her lips.