My Secret Billionaire Husband
Chapter 1063 - 1061: You’re Really Good-looking

Chapter 1063: Chapter 1061: You’re Really Good-looking

Despite their night together.

He still wasn’t fully used to being close to the opposite sex.

The girl next to him leaned her entire weight on him.

Brandon Heath had to extend his arm to hold her, lest she lose her balance and fall to the ground.

As such, their physical contact increased even more.

Aria Rowlett leaned on him, and gently shook his arm while holding onto it. Her voice was soft and coquettish, "Brandon Heath, I feel so dizzy."

Brandon’s body tensed, not daring to move at all. His voice was equally taut: "Ms. Aria, you’re drunk. Let me take you home to rest, and you won’t feel so bad."

"But I don’t want to go home."

Aria bit the corner of her lip, looking up at him with flushed cheeks and a hazy gaze, "Brandon Heath, can you take me to the mountain to get some fresh air? Didn’t you say you’d take me to the mountain to stargaze? Can we go now?"

"It’s been so long since I last saw the stars."

"I’m sure the stars tonight are especially beautiful."

Brandon was taken aback, "You want to go to the mountain to watch the stars?"

She actually remembered that event.

"Is that not allowed?" Aria felt her head getting dizzier and dizzier and her whole body weaker, unable to exert any strength.

She pressed one hand against one of her temples, her face scrunched up in pain and muttered, "I feel dizzy and terrible. I want to go to the mountain for some fresh air and to see the stars. Brandon Heath, please take me there."

"Why won’t you pay attention to me? Didn’t you say you’d cheer me up?"

The soft body of the girl pressed against him, her sweet voice echoing in his ear as her hand reached out to touch his face.

Her tender and delicate fingers felt like a brush, gently tracing his face’s contours. Her eyes half-opened with a hazy, infatuated look that fell upon his handsome, noble face. As she gazed, a hint of obsession emerged from her eyes.

"Brandon Heath, you’re so good-looking."

Aria’s fingers traced the man’s high, chiseled nose bridge and slowly moved down, gently pressing on his moist, soft thin lips.

Brandon’s face changed instantly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he spoke in a slightly hoarse voice, "Ms. Aria ..."

The man’s lips were thin but plump.

They felt great to touch.

Aria eyed his glistening, moist lips and emboldened by alcohol, she licked her own lips and tiptoed closer to him, whispering softly, "Brandon Heath, I want to kiss you."

His lips looked watery and QQ, surely they would feel great to kiss.

At first, Brandon didn’t quite catch on.

As she moved closer and he heard the words she murmured, his face immediately changed.

Brandon felt his face burning up, his heart rate accelerating, and he panicked, "Ms. Aria, you’re drunk, I’ll take you home right away."

Aria’s lips were already very close to his.

Close enough that her breath sprayed at the edge of his lips.

The warm and moist breaths, mixed with a faint scent of alcohol, disrupted Brandon’s heart and caused the usually stoic man to panic instantly.

He had never been as flustered as he was at this moment.

At almost thirty years old, he was thrown into disarray by a nineteen-year-old girl’s flirtatious teasing.

A drunk girl at that.