Chapter Forty Nine

Stephen couldn't help smiling when he saw Brielle behave like this. He wondered why she acted less aloof when she got drunk. "I don't want to move!" Stephen sized her up carefully and gave her a sly grin.

"Yep, I don't want to..." Brielle didn't want to talk to him. She felt so dizzy. "Oh... What are you doing?" Suddenly Stephen lifted Brielle, which sobered her up a bit. And then, she put her hands around his neck unconsciously.

"Didn't you say you don't want to move to? Then I have to bath you." Stephen sniggered, he carried her into the bathroom and put her into the bathtub without taking off her clothes. She grabbed him inadvertently when he put her in the bathtub. Suddenly, she screamed as she accidentally his bare body.

"Oh... You pervert, why are you naked?" Although it wasn't the first time she saw him naked, she still blushed. "Pervert? But you are the one who took my clothes off." Stephen said with a playful smile. Brazenly standing in front of her, he pointed at the bath towel she held in her hand.

After hearing him, Brielle looked at that bath towel in her hand and threw it aside instantly. Right now, she looked more beautiful than ever, like a sparkling diamond. "Hmm... I didn't mean to." A pink flush colored her cheeks. She didn't know why she would do such an awkward thing.

"I didn't know you were so eager to see me naked. Well, look at my body. Isn't it perfect? Right?" Brielle felt his lips against her ear. The warm breath slowly brushed her skin, which made her shiver unwittingly. Brielle thought he shouldn't be so close to her while talking.

"Nonsense! Get away from me!" Brielle growled, but she didn't dare to look at him. She never saw such an unabashed man who could talk and laugh like this without his clothes on. "Didn't you say you don't want to move to? So, let me help you!" Stephen said flirtatiously and kissed her earlobe.

"Ah... That's not what I meant." Speaking of flirting, Brielle was no match for Stephen. Although Brielle already had a child, she had only slept with one man-Stephen. How could she compare with a playboy like him?

"So, you want to move now? Then I can't go out." Stephen kept kissing her ear, which made her so nervous that her whole body went numb. Her heartbeat was going faster and faster. She didn't know what he would do next.

"Get out! I need to take a bath!" Brielle tried to stay sober and asked him to go out because she knew something terrible would happen otherwise. "Hmm..." No sooner than she finished speaking, Stephen began to kiss her lips. He kissed her as he stepped into the bathtub. There was a faint smell of wine in the air.

Brielle was shocked by his actions. Did he want to..." "Do you forget what I have said? Close your eyes." Stephen could not stand her staring at him like this. It made him feel like the bad guy. Brielle didn't close her eyes. She tried to push him away, but he held her even tighter. he slipped his tongue inside Brielle's mouth and kissed her passionately. She tasted so sweet, like a glass of wine. It drove him insane.

"Call me baby, hmm?" Stephen eagerly said in a low murmur. "No! You are such a baby." Brielle tried to resist him, unwilling to give in. " A baby? I'll show you how manly I am." Stephen said with a playful smile and gave her a resolute glance. It felt like he would eat her alive, which made her look at him in fright.

"Stephen... my... baby..." Brielle surrendered, wondering whether he was on some sort of a drug, or else what could have made him last that long. "This is acceptable." The night was still unveiling its intoxicating charm. Stephen held her tightly in his arms with a smile. He parted the hair falling on her face and gave her a long kiss on the forehead before he was satisfied and then he went to sleep.

The light of the dawn uncovered the bells of night. The bright morning light that pouring out of the clouds marked the fresh beginning of a day. The early morning sunshine that brought people tranquility penetrated through the curtains and scattered on the two sleeping figures lying on the fancy bed. The air inevitably flowed with a strong aura of lust, which showed how passionate they had been last night.

The tranquility of this beautiful morning was broken by a ringing sound, Stephen frowned and opened his sleepy eyes. He was annoyed with the person who had disturbed his dreams so early in the morning.

Stephen carefully withdrew the arm that held by Brielle and reached out his hand to grab the mobile phone that was making this annoying noise. He then slid it open and answered the call was coming from. He did not expect to hear an outraged and active voice first thing in the morning.

"Brielle, quickly get out of your bed! Are you going to stand me up again? Claire called Brielle while she was still in the bed. "Miss Claire, you enjoy calling your friends early in the morning to wake them up, don't you? Or is it a strange hobby? Stephen's asked in a gloomy voice filled with displeasure. Claire got startled. She immediately stood up from the bed, mama ah! Claire double-checked to confirm if she had called the wrong number. She found that the phone call she made was for Brielle. So why did Stephen answer the call?

"Haha, Good morning, Mr. Chu! The weather is really nice." Claire greeted him awkwardly. How could Claire forget that Brielle was with Stephen all day long? "Miss Claire, you woke me up this early in the morning to talk about the weather?" Stephen ground his teeth and replied. He always got angry when he didn't get enough sleep.

"Well, of course not. I was being respectful and courteous. Can you please hand over the phone to Brielle?" Fine, Claire realized that it was indeed too early for her to call. She didn't argue with him. Her motto was - Don't be arrogant when you are at fault.

"She's still sleeping. Please call her back at noon if you need to talk to her." Brielle was still soundly sleeping Stephen looked at her lovingly, the volume of his voice automatically dropped as he spoke.

"What! Call her back at noon? You both must have had quite a long night. She must be tired out." Claire tried to calm down as she realized she was picking up a stone to hit her own foot. Nothing would have happened if she had sent Brielle home and kept her away from alcohol.

"Miss Claire, it seems you are quite interested in knowing what happened last night. But it's none of your business." As he said this, he hung up the phone and tossed it aside. He didn't want to waste any more tile talking nonsense with her. Claire was surprised that Stephen suddenly hung up on her. She was getting a taste of what it meant to be self-inflicted.

Stephen pinched Brielle's delicate nose. It seemed that she was exhausted from last night because she didn't show any sign of waking up any time soon. Stephen gently gave a kiss on her forehead, and with a broad smile on his lips, he held her in his arms and closed his eyes.

Brielle woke up when the hot sun engulfed the whole room. When she tried to move her body, she felt like she had been running ten kilometers cross-country. Stephen had been quite intense last night.

Brielle turned her head around and stared at Stephen, who was still asleep. Then she decided to sit up cautiously and took a look at her phone. It's eleven o'clock already! Claire would definitely harass her again. Ignoring the pain in her whole body, she put on her nightgown and hurried into the bathroom.

"Ah! Stephen, I swear I won't forgive you for this!" The loud scream came out of the bathroom and woke him up. "What happened my love?" Stephen hurried towards the bathroom naked. "Go and get dressed first!" Brielle shouted furiously. Brielle couldn't stand his cavalier persona anymore, for instance, pacing around the room 'naked'.

"You should use the magic word 'please' more often." Stephen ignored her complaints about the dress code but corrected her on her choice of words. "I am not a saint." Brielle deliberately ignored the fact that he wasn't wearing any clothes. She admitted that her way of talking could be improved.

"Well, it is hard for me to imagine that such an elegant beauty like you can be so rude at times." Stephen picked up a bath towel from the cabinet and wrapped himself with it. "Do you regret that you married me? Brielle turned around and gave him a spiteful look. "No, I love everything about you." Stephen looked at her with a wicked smile. He loved to be surprised by her every day. This was making her more alive and real while not being too indifferent.