Chapter Twenty Two

"Master, she is Ariel's mother isn't she?" Fan Fei asked although he felt that he shouldn't have. He hadn't seen Brielle the last time, so he didn't exactly know that she was Ariel's mother. What surprised him, even more, was that she was an officer. he needed some time to reconcile with the fact that she was a female officer.

"Yes! Come on! Let's go home." Stephen Chu shifted a little to make Brielle comfortable. Fan started the car. He glanced backward and tried to ask something. "She is drunk, isn't she?" he couldn't help but ask. he could tell from the smell in the car. It seemed she had quite a bit to drink.

"If she wasn't, she would have never allowed me to carry her out like that." Stephen stared at Fan as if to say that he had asked a very stupid question. Fan was a little upset. It indeed was stupid of him to ask that. She was obviously drunk.

The car ran fast, but smoothly. Fan was a great driver. Brielle had fallen into a sound sleep, her hands touching Stephen now and then. Stephen was having a hard time. Actually, Brielle was resting her head on his thighs. This aroused him, which he somehow managed to control, and her hands, on him, made him even more excited.

Stephen clutched her hands in his and smiled with desire in his eyes. His lips slowly came closer and finally, touched hers, just the way he had dreamed to. Her lips were soft and sweet, he couldn't resist licking them slightly. he started running his tongue over her lips. Brielle moaned and started him.

Stephen chuckled and took his lips away. he began to feel her lips with his fingers. They looked redder now from his kiss. Seeing this, he couldn't help but sigh in surprise. As far as he knew, it was the first time for him to kiss a girl without her knowing it. What was wrong with him? He had been proud of how well he could control himself. Why did he fail to do it with her? Anyway, he didn't feel bad, but somewhat excited.

Actually Brielle couldn't handle her drinks. She knew she got drunk very easily and so, had never tried it. Tonight, however, she drank it. Tonight, however, she drank quite a little, not because they urged her to, but because she wanted to. She wanted to forget about her troubles for once.

They reached Stephen's villa just before midnight. The servants had gone to bed, so, only Fan and some other bodyguards knew that Stephen brought Brielle home. Stephen carried Brielle in his strong arms and went straight into his bedroom. He didn't think there was anything wrong with that. He put the girl, who had given him a hard time all the way, gently on his bed. he adjusted the temperature so that she could sleep comfortably. Contented with the arrangements made for her comfort, he left.

After much wavering, he finally started unbuttoning her uniform, while thinking to himself, 'Stephen, you're just helping her change. It's no big deal. Damn it! You can control your urges.' When he finally managed to help Brielle change into the pajamas, Stephen let her long hair down, which was all over the pillow. This made him perspire in the forehead. What he had seen just now kept flashing through his mind.

It must be the regular and long-term training that had toned her body up. She was a slender girl with beautiful breasts, a well-rounded bottom, and long legs. Every part of her was perfect, except for some scars, which gave him a different visual impact. He liked her more attractive. he left his heart beat faster with the urge to explore her more.

Stephen rushed back into the bathroom again, hoping that the cold water would help him suppress his desires. It had been a long time since he had slept with a woman. Maybe that was why he wanted to do it with her now.

Stephen laughed at himself. He thought he must have lost his mind. He didn't know he would fall in love with her, but he had to admit that he was attracted to her now. He thought she was different. Otherwise, he wouldn't have kissed her in the car or let her sleep in his bed.

People thought he was a playboy. In fact, he was a man who had principles. Even Fan, who was with him all day, though he had slept with many girls in his bed. Stephen only entertained the women in the other bedroom. Besides he never allowed them to stay with him overnight, because they ere simply used for gratifying his sexual desire.

They said he was a fickle and heartless guy. Actually, what he wanted to be was quite simple. He had been waiting for his Miss. Right! hopefully, a girl like her would be the one. Stephen went back to his bed. He just stood there, staring at that girl with mixed feelings.

Just then, she suddenly licked her lips and groaned, "Oliver, I'm thirsty." Her voice was soft and charming. She looked thought it was a good thing that he had brought her back and nobody would see her in this state.

He brought some warm water from her to drink before he climbed onto the bed, feeling tired after all the events of the day. He let her rest in his arms and went to sleep without thinking about anything.

Summer was a scorching season, but the mornings were cool and comfortable. The morning sun shone on the quiet world, where the bustle was yet to begin. It was peaceful and pleasant. Brielle woke up to such a morning.

She suffered from a hangover. With her eyelashes moving up, she slowly opened her beautiful eyes. The sunlight shone through the curtain and made her squint. She looked lethargic, confused but lovely.

When she rubbed her eyes and opened them again. Brielle suddenly saw a handsome face beside her. She looked around in a panic, only to find that it was not her sweet home in the dormitory building. She gave herself a pinch on the cheek. 'Ouch!' it hurts, so she wasn't dreaming.

Brielle panicked. She didn't know why she had woken up again in this man's arms after six years. how would he humiliate her this time? Maybe he would think she played some tricks on him again. If so, how was she supposed to tell him the truth, which she knew nothing about? He might be mad at her again when he woke up.

She took his arm away from her waist carefully, trying to run away while he was still asleep. However, he put it back around her before she could get out of his arms. Brielle was so scared that she froze. Her face flushed.

Actually, Stephen had woken up when she moved. He just wanted to see what she would do, only to find that she was so different and lovely. he pulled her back into his arms, murmuring, "Be good, Don't get up now. It's still early." Stephen had a problem. he got enough sleep. He was up late last night and still felt tired now, so he sounded a little upset.

Brielle just stayed in his arms with her face against his chest. She could hear his heartbeat clearly. The scent of jasmine from him filled the air all around her. That was what it was like in his arms. It was intoxicating.

She wasn't sure he knew who was in his arms now, nor did she know whom he loved. However, she whom he loved. However, she decided to take the chance and stay there longer. It would be fine if he got mad at her again when he woke up. She could at least, keep this beautiful moment in her memory.

Brielle raised her head slowly. She stared at his handsome face that she had seen many times in her dreams. her hand ran across his eyebrows, his nose, and his lips. She moved so gently that one in a sound sleep couldn't feel it, but Stephen wasn't asleep.

"What? You like what you see?" Brielle stopped and looked into a pair of smiling eyes following that hoarse voice. Stephen was staring at her mischievously. "Er! I didn't mean to get into your bed this time. I don't know why I'm here. believe it or not, I didn't drug you or play any tricks." Brielle struggled out of his arms in a hurry, trying to explain to him. She was confused. Why did these things happen to her?

"You didn't mean to do it this time, so you are saying you did, six years ago?" Stephen lay on his side, glancing at her with a charming smile. "No, I didn't mean to do that back then either." Brielle looked aloof now. No matter how she had gotten into his bed, she needed to defend herself and her pride.

"Oh! So, may I know what you meant please, Mrs. Brielle?" Stephen exploded with anger. Was it was shameful for her to be in his bed? Why did she has to deny it like that? Did she know how many girls wanted to sleep with him?

"Mr. Stephen, don't worry. I won't badger you. I know who I am, so I won't try to sleep with you or win your heart. You don't need to embarrass me like that." Brielle would never forget what he had said six years ago. She would feel pain whenever she thought about it.

"What if I give you the chance to do that?" Stephen's face clouded. 'Good! Great! Damn it! One minute she lay in his arms like a girl in love, and the next minute she was being so cold and aloof from him.'

Hearing what he said, Brielle was kind of confused. She didn't know what he meant. Was he laughing at her for what she wanted or trying to pay her back for what she had said?

"Mr. Stephen, it's not funny. I don't deserve the chance, and I can't take it." She had loved him for twelve years, more than four thousand days. He had never looked back at her. Now, he suddenly said he would give her the chance. How stupid would she be to believe him?

"Oh! If you don't deserve it, why did you call me while you were drunk last night? Why did you have a good night's sleep in my arms?" Stephen looked at her and smiled with his eyebrow raised. He knew she hadn't forgotten what he had said that morning six years ago. If she had, she wouldn't have responded like that.

"What? I called you last night?" Brielle got crazy. How could she have called him? She didn't have his number. "Yes, you really did call me." Stephen put on a charming face and stared at her with his smiling eyes. She really wanted to run away for fear that she would become enchanted by him.

"No way. I don't have your number. How could I have called you? You're lying." Brielle was confused. "Well, my Colonel! Actually, you didn't have my number until I had once called you. Remember?"