The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 1010 - 990 The So-Called Catching Adultery

Chapter 1010: Chapter 990 The So-Called Catching Adultery

"Where’s Chani?"

At those words, Bella Gordon’s brows gently knitted together, "She didn’t go to block the door, did she?"

This girl was really too enthusiastic. Let’s not mention that both Nora and John are still young—who even a bit older, feelings were a matter between two individuals. Without mutual affection, no amount of matchmaking would be of any help!

"She was just about to go, and she probably has set off by now!"

"Nonsense!"

She knew this girl was being overly nice again. Nora wasn’t just any girl; she had always been shy. If she were caught spending the night in the same room with a boy, even if nothing happened, she probably could only treat John as a stranger.

"She’s making things worse. Nicole, take me to find Chani. It seems this girl needs to be disciplined by her little ’God’. Such a young age, and already she starts pairing up lovers!"

In the bedroom.

Nana Jensen felt a throbbing pain in her head, so severe that she struggled even to open her eyes. Although she was supposed to be lying on a pillow, why did it feel so strange...

It was narrow, lacking the softness of a pillow, but there was a distinct sense of flesh... What was this?

An ominous premonition rose in her heart, and suddenly, Nana Jensen opened her eyes wide with fright and sprang up from the bed, barely daring to look at her own clothes while trying to remember what had happened last night.

It had started with playing mahjong. She and Willy Smith lost, then Chani Gordon punished Willy by forcing him to kiss her. Similarly, Nicole Thompson and Moriya Sandy were punished. But the only one who refused was Willy. Later, she couldn’t stand being publicly rejected and left. Then she took a cup of drinks, and after finishing it, realized it was alcohol. Then she took another one, and then Willy came to pull her away, scolding her for drinking!

The reason was, she was on her period!

And then, she couldn’t remember anything!

Willy Smith?

Nana Jensen turned her head to look, and indeed, the boy’s neat, clean face came into her view. Willy was still dressed in the neat and fresh suit he had worn the day before, a white shirt, gray suit—the perfect attire for a wedding—even the bowtie hadn’t been removed.

His eyes were tightly shut, and his arm still maintained the position of serving as her pillow throughout the night, his eyebrows slightly furrowed even in sleep. Even though he was asleep, his face still showed obvious signs of fatigue. His arm was stretched out, but his body was hanging over the edge of the bed, just a slight turn and he could roll off.

At his waist, there was a pillow...

Almost without any recollection, Nana Jensen could roughly guess what had happened. When she looked at her clothes, she realized she was wearing a very conservative, old-fashioned white pajama that even her mother wouldn’t wear.

Looking at her own clothes and then at the man about to fall off the bed, Nana Jensen’s heart tightened, and a clear thought flashed through her mind—these clothes, could he have helped her change into them?

She remembered that when she was drinking, she was still wearing her bridesmaid dress from the day.

As she thought this, the man seemed to sense the loss of pressure on his arm and instinctively moved the arm she had rested on all night. Feeling the freedom in his arm, his body instinctively turned, and then he directly...

Nana Jensen noticed something was wrong and reached out to grab his arm, but it was still a step too late.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound rang out on the carpet in front of the bed, and Nana almost leaped off, screaming in terror, "John, what happened to you? What happened to you?"

The man seemed unresponsive, continuing to sleep tightly with his eyes firmly shut, as if the position on the floor was even more comfortable than on the bed. He even curled up a bit more into the carpet, his eyebrows, which had just been lightly furrowed, were now relaxed, his expression serene. For some reason, looking at the man’s tightly closed eyes, Nana Jensen felt a sharp, deep, tingling pain in her heart, along with a clear sense of hurt.

"Willy Smith, get up and go sleep on the bed, it’s easy to catch a cold on the floor!"

Without a doubt, she must have tormented him into not sleeping well the night before, or else he wouldn’t be sleeping so soundly. It was said that people who got drunk would do outrageous things—and clearly, she must be one of those people.

"Willy Smith, get up!"

Shouting like this and he still wouldn’t wake up. Thinking back to the clear sound of him falling off the bed just now, Nana Jensen’s mind was struck by a terrible premonition. Could it be... her entire being instantly filled with panic, and subconsciously, imitating measures from TV series for the emergency treatment of an unconscious person, she took the man’s index finger and bit down hard.

"Ah, it hurts!"

Willy Smith was awoken by the pain of the bite, and sat up straight from the carpet to see the woman looking at him with a face full of concern, "John, are you alright? Does your head feel dizzy? Do you feel nauseous? Should I call a doctor for you?"

A concussion was no joking matter, and though Nana Jensen didn’t understand much about it, she wasn’t completely ignorant either.

"What happened?"

For Willy Smith, the woman’s reaction was obviously not just an ordinary surprise, but a great shock. He had even prepared himself for the possibility that the woman would slap his face upon waking up; but this scenario, he never saw coming!

Wasn’t she supposed to be sleeping nestled in his arms separated by a pillow?

How did both of them end up on the floor?

"You just fell off the bed!" As she said this, Nana Jensen’s face showed a look of apology. "I wasn’t quick enough to catch you. Um, is your head alright? Maybe I should call a doctor to check on you, just in case you have a concussion—it wouldn’t be good."

A concussion?

Was his head so fragile that it could get concussed just from that?

"I’m fine!" Willy Smith shook his head while gesturing for her to look at his clothes, "Maybe... let’s not call anyone, otherwise people might misunderstand our... situation from last night..."

The four words ’from last night’ instantly sent the woman’s face into an explosive blush.

"I drank too much last night... and... caused you trouble!"

It wasn’t just that the man’s clothes were still neatly on—Nana Jensen still trusted Willy Smith’s character, having grown up together since childhood. Taking advantage of someone in a vulnerable state was not something he would do. In such a situation, even if she wanted to do something, he wouldn’t have paid her any attention.

Caused trouble?

And then what?

Willy Smith squinted his eyes at the woman, who was now shyly looking downwards, waiting for her to continue. However, not another word came!

That was it?

He had been worried all night, and this was her response?

"Do... does your head hurt?" After thinking for a long time, Willy Smith still ended up asking such a pointless question, "Last night, you drank too much, and complained that the hangover tea tasted bad, so..."