The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 903 - 882 Slept at My Place!

Chapter 903: Chapter 882 Slept at My Place!

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"Morgan Sanders, you dare to do it but not admit it?" Bella Gordon looked at them with a smile in her eyes, gentle and obviously approving of these two being together!

"Of course not!"

Morgan almost instinctively denied it, "If I dare to do something, I dare to own up to it. That was an accident!"

"Cough cough, the result is already this, the reason isn’t important anymore. Morgan, take good care of Mia. Mia has been raised very strictly, she definitely can’t go home like this. Tonight, you take care of her, I’ll let her family know she’s sleeping over at my place!"

After saying that, Bella Gordon gestured to summon a waiter, "Open up a presidential suite for me!"

Then she added another sentence, "Make it a two-bedroom one!"

"Yes, miss!"

"Bianca, this isn’t right, how can a man and a woman stay together in a hotel room like this!"

Hearing this, Morgan was startled; he was always a good boy, and since he liked Bella Gordon, how could he stay with someone else in a hotel room? That would imply something totally different!

"Who said anything about staying in one room? Didn’t I say to get two rooms? Besides, this hotel belongs to my family. That means you and Mia are staying at my place, just as guests in my home!" Bella Gordon shrugged her shoulders, and gave a few more instructions to the waiter, "Take good care of Mia, prove you’re a responsible man!"

Then she left without looking back!

Morgan was left standing there, foolishly watching her departing figure!

So if he didn’t take care of her properly, he would be an irresponsible man?

Forget it!

Dealing with the drunken Mia Rowen was his bad luck; now that Bella Gordon had spoken, he couldn’t just ignore Mia, otherwise, he really would become the scumbag that’s so prevalent in society today!

Morgan pushed his rimless glasses up his nose and tugged the woman up from the ground with effort, "Mia Rowen, get up, you need to change out of those dirty clothes!"

The brightly eye-catching red lying on the ground was indeed somewhat terrifying, and the sight even made his heart race a bit!

"I won’t change. You just want to take advantage of me while I’m changing. You were groping my chest earlier, and now you probably want to rape me while I change?" Having consumed so much alcohol, and after quite a while, the aftereffects had fully hit her. Mia’s consciousness was scattered, and she felt that the man before her was just looking to take advantage of the situation.

"Rape you?"

Upon hearing these words, Morgan felt like he just heard a hilarious joke, "With you looking this wretched right now, even if I wanted to, I’d have to be able to get it up first!"

Facing a body covered in red like a blood-soaked drunkard, if he got excited, it would prove that he was a sadistic pervert, and he was certainly not into that!

"Can’t get it up?"

Mia was pulled up forcefully from the ground, then she shook off his hands and spoke with contempt, "Quit playing tough. Any man would get excited at the sight of such a beautiful woman like me. If you can’t, it just proves you’re sick. No wonder Bianca doesn’t like you. It turns out you’re not normal!"

Morgan Sanders: "..."

How did he actually feel an urge to strangle her? When he was so drunk he didn’t even know who he was, yet she dared to say men are incapable. Does this woman have any sense of self-protection at all?

Any sense of danger at all?

"I don’t know if I’m normal, but as a woman, to drink so much that she can’t even arouse a man, that’s a sign of failure, inevitably!"

While Morgan tried to pull her along, he mocked her, but in the end, the woman really wouldn’t listen, so he simply hoisted her over his shoulder and headed toward the guest room.

"Morgan Sanders, you scoundrel, let go of me, where are you carrying me off to? Be careful, I’ll sue you! I’ll accuse you of rape!"

Rape again?

This woman must be addicted to throwing that accusation around!

"Keep cursing, keep making a fuss, and be careful or I really will rape you. I can guarantee nobody will stop me!" The two were about the same age, and with the woman making such a scene, even though a man’s physical strength was more evident, carrying her was still a bit of a strain.

"You... you wouldn’t dare, if you rape me, I’ll ruin your reputation!"

It seems the woman was truly frightened, despite her ruckus, there was still a glint of awareness deep inside, "Bianca won’t let you get away with this either!"

"Bianca won’t let me get away with it? She’ll only thank me. If I raped you, I’d have no right to pursue her anymore. Didn’t you say that me chasing her was a burden to her? Just great, if I do this to you, there’d be no more burden for her!"

Maybe it’s because drunk people are particularly heavy, not to mention punching and kicking, never willing to be quiet. In the end, Morgan had to put her down and switch to supporting her, "Walk properly, or I really will do it to you!"

Hearing these words, the woman who had been thrashing about stilled instantly and started walking obediently on her own. But with the alcohol concentration being too high, her whole body staggered. As soon as Morgan let go, she was stumbling and seemed like she could fall over at any moment.

Left with no choice, Morgan had to help her upstairs again. The room service staff had already prepared for them— a standard two-bedroom presidential suite with a low-key luxury design that suited his taste. Morgan didn’t think further about it.

After all, Mia Rowen was both his high school classmate and Bella Gordon’s best friend. Naturally, he couldn’t just abandon her and leave!

"Alright, I’m home now, you can leave. Thanks for bringing me home!"

Once in the room, Mia instantly dived into the larger of the main bedrooms and with a thud, the door slammed shut. Her tense little figure really seemed to think he was some villain ready to rape her. Morgan had never seen Mia like this in all the years he’d known her!

Standing at the woman’s bedroom door, Morgan stared at the door she had closed so tightly, feeling a pause at his heart and a slight daze, with an indescribable emotion fleeting through his heart.

Looking down at his shirt also stained bright red, Morgan found it amusing. He turned back to the other room, took a shower, and realized he didn’t have a change of clothes. Just as he was about to call the front desk to have them send up some clothes, the doorbell rang.

Wrapped in a bath towel, Morgan went to answer it.

"Sir, these are the clothes Miss Bianca asked me to prepare for you both!"

Just as he took the clothes, Morgan heard a piercing scream from the next room, followed by a loud bang, as if something had hit the floor with a crisp sound. Clearly, that woman was causing trouble again!

Morgan’s first reaction was to dash over, banging forcefully on her bedroom door: "Mia Rowen, what’s wrong, open the door for me!"