My Secret Billionaire Husband
Chapter 1062 - 1060: Getting Used to His Girlfriend’s Closeness

Chapter 1062: Chapter 1060: Getting Used to His Girlfriend’s Closeness

"Ms. Aria, you’re drunk." Brandon Heath sighed softly, his eyes filled with self-blame. "It’s all my fault for not stopping you, letting you drink so much. Are you feeling uncomfortable now? Let me take you home to rest, okay?"

"I’m not drunk!"

Aria Rowlett slapped the table with a loud "pop," swaying as she stood up. She bit her lip and glared at him. "Who said I’m drunk? It was just a little bit of alcohol. How could I possibly be drunk? Go home? I don’t want to go home right now. I don’t want to go home."

Brandon Heath was now absolutely certain that she was indeed drunk.

And quite severely so.

Hearing that she didn’t want to go home, he asked patiently, "Don’t want to go home? Then where do you want to go?"

Aria tilted her head, thought for a moment, and showed him a bright smile mixed with cheeky playfulness. She blinked her eyes and said, "Brandon, didn’t you say you’d give me a surprise? What’s the surprise you prepared for me? Can I know now?"

Brandon Heath: "...You still remember that?"

Aria Rowlett: "Of course I remember. How could I possibly forget something like that? What’s the surprise you prepared for me, Brandon? Tell me, what did you prepare?"

It was true that Brandon had prepared a surprise for her.

The original plan was for him to take her to see it after dinner.

But considering her current state...

He furrowed his brows, got up, and walked over to her. "Ms. Aria, can we look at the surprise another day? On our next date, I’ll take you to see it. For now, let me take you home."

"I don’t want to go home."

No sooner had Brandon reached Aria’s side than she grabbed his arm tightly.

He was taken aback, his body stiffening for a few seconds.

"Brandon Heath, I don’t want to go home." Aria was truly drunk, her alcohol-drenched brain devoid of reason. She had completely forgotten the reason for her presence tonight.

Her hazy, drunken eyes stared at the man beside her, slowly moving from his deep gaze, inch by inch, sliding down his prominent nose to his sexy, thin lips. Continuing downward, there was a perfect jawline and an alluring Adam’s apple.

Perhaps it was because of the heat.

The man had unbuttoned a few buttons on his dress shirt.

Aria caught a glimpse of faintly visible muscles on his slightly exposed chest.

Although only a little was revealed, she could see that his muscle lines were smooth and firm.

Obviously the result of long-term exercise.

Considering his constant workaholism, Aria couldn’t imagine that a man like him could find any leisure time to work out.

"Ms. Aria, you need to go home and get some rest now." After a few seconds, Brandon Heath’s stiff body slowly returned to normal. He began trying to accept the girl’s closeness and her intimate contact.

In the future, they would be boyfriend and girlfriend.

He had to get used to his girlfriend being close to him.

After getting drunk, Aria felt weightless, as if her feet were not touching the ground.

As soon as she got close to Brandon, her body softened and leaned against him. The hand that held his arm gripped him tightly. Her voice, slurred from intoxication, sounded much more delicate and tender than usual. "But, I don’t want to go home right now. You’re so annoying. I’ve already said I don’t want to go home, and you’re still insisting that I do. Brandon Heath, is it that you really don’t want to be with me?"

"No." As the girl got closer, her scent drifted over as well, wafting into Brandon’s nose, stirring the calm lake of his heart.