The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 902 - 881: Touching Means Taking Responsibility!

Chapter 902: Chapter 881: Touching Means Taking Responsibility!

"Morgan, what right do you have to control me? It’s Bianca who’s treating, not you. Mind your own business and get the hell out!"

Alcohol is indeed a great source of courage, especially for a girl like Mia Rowen, who was naturally brave.

"You’re right, it’s Bianca treating, not me, so what right do I have to leave?" Morgan looked at the already drunk woman with a somewhat amused expression, really wanting to get angry but failing to ignite even a spark of it, and then waved to the waiter, saying, "Take the wine away, she’s had too much. Listen to me!"

"Yes, sir!"

Between a sober man and a drunk woman, everyone knows whose word to heed, not to mention the waiters used to reading faces, who, upon hearing Morgan’s words, immediately pushed the two newly arrived bottles of red wine back out.

"Hey, don’t go, my wine. Who said I’m drunk? Morgan, you scoundrel, what gives you the right to take my wine away? Who do you think you are!"

As she watched the waiter push the wine farther away from her, Mia impulsively stood up from her chair and lunged at the stroller, attempting to snatch back the two bottles, but was quickly grabbed by the arm by the swift-moving Morgan and pulled back.

"I may not be anybody, but if you can’t even finish one bottle, then there’s no need to waste the other two. Whether it’s my treat or not, I like Bianca, and when she’s treating, of course I want to save her money!"

Morgan argued as he dragged the frenzied Mia away from the door back to the dining table chair, meanwhile moving the bottle of red wine in front of her further away to prevent the girl from going wild.

Save money?

And save money for Bella Gordon?

"Saving money for Bianca, who are you to her? Is it your place to save money? If anyone should save, it’s me. I’m her top best friend, you’re nothing, a failed pursuer and you dare to speak of saving money for her!"

She always knew this man was shameless, after all, he had pursued a woman who already had someone in her heart for so long, but she hadn’t anticipated he could be so brazen, "I’ll tell you, Bianca’s family is loaded. If she wants to treat to a meal and you save for her, that’s an insult, got it?"

As soon as these words left her mouth, Mia grabbed the wine bottle, which had been moved far away, and brought it to her mouth, gulping it down. Two glasses of red wine were consumed, clearly leaving half a bottle still.

Morgan hadn’t expected that when Mia went berserk, she would gulp down the red wine as if it were a soft drink. To say that not even men could polish off a bottle of wine like that, Morgan thought it would certainly be difficult.

Therefore, Morgan was utterly scared, instinctively standing up and snatching away the bottle she was happily drinking from, "Mia Rowen, that’s not how you drink red wine. Give me the bottle!"

But the woman seemed to anticipate his move, as his hand hadn’t even reached her, she stepped back, lost her balance and fell to the ground. Morgan, frightened by the sight, didn’t even think before lunging toward her, hoping to catch her.

But unexpectedly, his action not only failed to catch her but also resulted in him toppling her to the ground!

"Bang!"

Both of them tumbled to the floor, and because of Morgan’s sudden force, the wine bottle was sent flying, landing beside them and drenching both with red wine. Mia’s snow-white princess dress and Morgan’s white shirt were now splattered with the bright red liquid.

"Mia Rowen, are you alright?"

Morgan had intended to help her up, but instead ended up on top of her, and even caused the wine bottle to shatter near her head, splashing them both. Clearly, this terrified him, and his first thought was whether she was hurt.

"Slap!"

A crisp slap landed directly on Morgan’s cheek; Mia’s eyes were swimming with tears, "What are you doing crushing my chest? Morgan, you’re a hooligan, a big hooligan, a scoundrel, you scoundrel!"

Morgan: "..."

After hearing those words, Morgan Sanders finally snapped out of it and looked down to see his entire body pressing down on Mia Rowen’s. His chest was flush against the woman’s soft ****. The moment he looked, his gaze unintentionally collided with the woman’s ample bosom. The twenty-two-year-old woman was clearly matured.

****’s development...

Morgan only felt his mind reel from the sight before him!

"Keep looking, keep looking, I’m going to gouge out your eyes, you scoundrel, get off me!!"

"Alright, alright, I’m getting off right away!"

Morgan was scared stiff. It took him a moment to realize how abrupt he’d been, and he hurriedly tried to get up and off Mia, but before he could, the door was pushed open!

"Mia, Morgan, I heard you two were arguing, you guys..."

Bella Gordon walked in on quite a scene: the man’s entire body was on top of the woman, his head lowered, right by the woman’s mouth. From the angle she entered, it looked like they were kissing on the ground.

Bella instinctively covered her eyes, then exclaimed, "You two... when you partake in such activities, at least have the decency to close the door! Otherwise, you’re causing others to walk in and get a sty from this sight!"

Morgan: ...

"Bianca, it’s not what you think! Mia drank too much and fell over. I tried to help her up and then, then we both fell!"

"You’re lying; I didn’t drink too much, nor did I fall over. You pushed me down, and on top of that, you were on me, and you touched my chest, and you took my tofu, and you won’t let me drink red wine!"

Mia was clearly drunk already. Both were students, neither of which was good with alcohol; red wine had a strong aftereffect, and this girl drank anxiously. Of course, the result was... she was intoxicated!

Morgan: ...

When had he touched her chest?

"Bianca, I didn’t touch her chest, I just, pressed down a bit!"

Bella Gordon: ...

Isn’t that the same thing?

But then again, maybe that’s good. If Morgan were with Mia, perhaps he would take very good care of her. After all, the man was quite attentive, like Uncle Smith, Jaysen - refined, indifferent, and considerate. Although, she had her Brother Roy, and any good man in her eyes was just that - a man!

"Well, Morgan, since you pressed against her, then you must have touched. As a man, you should be brave to admit your actions and not shirk your responsibilities like that!"

Bianca glanced at Morgan, who quickly stood up and straightened himself, and said with a smile, "Our Mia has never been touched by a man since she was little – you’re the first one. Of course, you have to take responsibility. Otherwise, how will our Mia ever get married if she can’t?"

Morgan: ...

If a touch on the chest means she can’t get married, what about those who’ve slept with someone?

Oh, that’s not right, he didn’t touch, he just pressed a little!