The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 1004 - 984: I’m Not Pregnant, So Why Should I Throw Up?

Chapter 1004: Chapter 984: I’m Not Pregnant, So Why Should I Throw Up?

"Get out! I don’t need your care!"

He was the first to say no, so why did it become about her having an issue with him? For some reason, thinking about this made Nana Jensen’s mood oppressive and quite unpleasant, even slightly sour, probably from never being publicly rejected before, "So your little girlfriend won’t come to check on you and get upset. I don’t want to cause any unnecessary misunderstandings!"

Willy Smith: "..."

Was she really afraid his little girlfriend would come checking on him, or did she just not want him around because he was a nuisance?

"Nobody would misunderstand!"

With his head down, Willy Smith stood in front of Nana Jensen, holding a cup of hangover tea, neither daring to feed her nor willing to give up, just standing there. After a long while, he added, "I don’t have a little girlfriend, I... I won’t date anyone else!"

He won’t date anyone else?

Why did that statement sound so intriguing? Or was she reading too much into it?

"Give me the hangover tea, you go first!"

Whether it was because of what was in her heart or because his ambiguous words had thrown her off, Nana Jensen suddenly became flustered, too embarrassed to lift her head, and reached out to snatch the cup from the man’s hands.

"Clang!!"

A crisp sound hit the floor, and the cup filled with hangover tea shattered on the ground, with Nana Jensen’s trembling hand frozen mid-air before Willy Smith: "John..."

She wanted to apologize, but found herself unable to voice it, as her head spun, seeing two heads in front of her. It took her a while before she half-squinted and asked, "Why do you have two heads? Are you Nezha?"

Willy Smith: "..."

The aftereffects of the alcohol hit faster than expected, and it all came rushing in in just a short while. Willy Smith thought about getting another bowl of hangover tea, but seeing the overturned cup and the increasingly abnormal Nana Jensen, he instead summoned a servant from the Thompson family to clean up the mess on the floor and make some more hangover tea.

"Mr. Smith, Miss Jensen seems to have had a bit too much to drink. You should take her to the guest room. Lying down might make her feel more comfortable!"

The servant observed Nana Jensen’s increasingly blurry eyes and her restlessly shifting while sitting, her brows tightly furrowed in discomfort. "On such a joyous day, when everyone is happy, she was forced to drink so much. It’s pitiful for such a young girl like Miss Jensen to be drunk like this. She must be feeling terrible!"

Uh?

Who would dare to make Miss Jensen drink? When it was time to block the drinks, it was always the other bridesmaids who took the lead, and after it was all done, she went looking for drinks herself. The only reason Willy Smith could think of was that the person she liked had gotten married and probably she was not feeling good about it.

"So... I’ll help her to her room to rest?"

Servant: "..."

Mr. Smith was indeed cute, she merely meant to give a hint, speaking the truth, yet now he was seeking her advice: "If you can carry her, it would be better to carry her straight to the room, but if you can’t, carrying her on your back is also fine. From my experience, drunk women can be particularly troublesome. If you try to support her walking, you might not get her there until tomorrow!"

Uh?

He can’t carry her?

Does he really look that frail?

Willy Smith didn’t waste any more words and directly bent down to lift Nana Jensen in a fireman’s carry. Without looking back, he headed to the room he had arranged for her early on, as the servants watched dumbstruck. They hurriedly summoned someone to bring up the hangover tea.

The boy, who appeared to be only sixteen or seventeen and still quite genteel, had astonishing strength, lifting her up with such ease.

"What place is this? I don’t want this, John, take me home. I want to go home!"

Just as Willy Smith pushed open the door, Nana Jensen began to resist, "I don’t want to sleep in a strange room. I want to go home, I want to go home. Take me home!"

"Alright, I’ll take you home, but first, you need to rest for a bit and sober up. Otherwise, your mom will be extremely worried when she sees you in this state!"

After all, he had grown up with her and knew her well. As soon as Nana Jensen heard her mom would be worried, she quieted down, stopped talking, and just stared at him with her blurred eyes. "Am I really drunk? But I still recognize you, John. Isn’t it true that when people are drunk, they can’t recognize anyone and just want to sleep with someone?"

Willy Smith: "..."

She isn’t drunk?

Just wanting to sleep with someone?

If this were the sober Nana Jensen, she probably couldn’t even be beaten to utter such an undignified statement. Willy Smith felt a twitch at the corner of his eye and for a long while couldn’t find an appropriate response. He could only gently lay her down on the bed, then prop her back up with a pillow, waiting until he saw her furrowed brow relax before letting go to fetch the hangover tea. Unexpectedly, the girl seemed to have no intention of listening to him.

He had barely stood up and hadn’t even taken a step when his wrist was tightly grasped by her. "Don’t leave. Stay with me. I don’t want my mom to worry, but I also don’t want to be alone!"

Sister Bianca had Brother Thompson for company, Chani had Rio as a brother to accompany her, and Nicole had Moriya Sandy. She also wanted someone to accompany her, even if it was just for a chat!

When women are drunk, they can fall into many states. One is like Sienna Harrison, who would crazily strip off another’s clothes—back then, it nearly caused Jaysen Smith, usually so in control, to lose it. Another is like Mario Jensen, who would always remain half-drunk and half-sober—back then, he had gotten drunk and in his semi-conscious state, he ended up sleeping with Lina Miller, which led to Nana Jensen’s birth and a beautiful marriage.

Clearly, Nana Jensen had inherited her father’s genes. After drinking a little, she had become bolder and more talkative but still recognized who was in front of her.

"Nora..."

It was the first time Willy Smith heard her actively say that she wanted him to stay and accompany her. He was completely stunned, a feeling similar to joy overwhelming him. Even though he knew she was talking nonsense because she had drunk too much and might not act this way when sober, he couldn’t help but feel extremely relieved by her sub-conscious dependency on him.

To like someone and to be by her side was a supremely glorious happiness.

"Be good. I’m not leaving. I’m going to make you some hangover tea. After you drink it, you won’t feel so bad!"

"I don’t want the tea, just stay with me!"

Nana Jensen’s hand was still clasped around Willy Smith’s wrist. Her voice sounded slightly mischievous. "I’m not drunk. I haven’t made anyone roll in the bed sheets, so how could I be drunk?"

Willy Smith: "..."

What kind of logic is that?

"Okay, you’re not drunk. You just drank a little too much. Drink some tea, it’ll make you feel better!"

In her current fragile state, it would be surprising if she had the strength to roll in the bed sheets. "Otherwise, you might feel sick to your stomach later and throw up!"

"I’m not pregnant, why would I throw up?"