The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 904 - 883: The Woman’s Scream!

Chapter 904: Chapter 883: The Woman’s Scream!

There was no sound from inside, and all that answered him was silence.

"Mia Rowen!!!"

Morgan Sanders’s heart skipped a beat with a bad premonition, and his first reaction was to bolt through the door. He had only gotten halfway when he reached out to the waiter beside him, "Key?"

The waiter quickly made a call, and someone from upstairs brought down the key. Upon opening the door, just as Morgan had suspected, the bed was empty. His first reaction was to rush to the bathroom, but through the door, he could only hear the sound of water splashing and no other noise.

"Mia, open the door. If you don’t, I’m coming in, okay?"

There was still no response from inside. Seeing that the bathroom door was closed but not locked, Morgan’s first reaction was to push the door open and burst in. When he saw the scene inside, he finally let out a deep sigh of relief!

Thank goodness she was only asleep in the bathtub!

The thought of any other possibility was something he almost dared not consider!

The woman was submerged in bubbles, with only her pale, jade-like arms draped over the side of the bathtub. Her head, flushed from drunkenness, was slightly tilted back, her eyes tightly shut, and her little mouth slightly open as she took deep breaths of air.

"You really have no image at all!"

Morgan shook his head in disdain and muttered under his breath. He quickly grabbed a bath towel from the shelf, glanced at the woman who was obviously lying naked in the water, closed his eyes, and directly fished her out. He carried her to the bed in the bedroom and turned his head to instruct the silent waiter, "Please help her change clothes!"

After speaking, he turned and left Mia’s room. It was only when he sat down on the living room sofa that he realized his heartbeat was unusually fast and his cheeks felt hotter than normal.

The image of the woman’s slightly upturned cheeks lingered in his mind, her fair and tender skin exposed to the air—an image so incongruent with her current status that he couldn’t forget it even though he wanted to!

Compared to Bella Gordon’s elegant and pure demeanor, such an unreservedly disheveled state left him even more at a loss!

The waiter quickly changed the woman’s clothes and also had hangover tea brought over: "Sir, I’ve changed Miss Rowen’s clothes, and I’ve brought up some hangover tea. When she wakes up, it’s best to let her drink some; otherwise, she’ll have a terrible headache tomorrow morning!"

"Okay!"

Because of the initial shock of seeing the woman undressed, Morgan was still somewhat startled and uneasy. He didn’t dare to look up as he replied, and only when the woman disappeared from his sight did he react. He walked into Mia’s room and found the hangover tea prepared by her bedside.

The woman was nestled in the quilt, sinking deeper into it until almost her entire head was buried, but her pale feet stuck out from under the quilt, occasionally twitching. As her head sank deeper, she looked like a drowning baby struggling, which immediately changed Morgan’s expression.

He instinctively dashed to the foot of the bed and grabbed the quilt, and because the movement was so vigorous, the whole quilt was lifted up: "Mia Rowen, have you lost your mind? You’re breathing through your mouth and still shrinking into the quilt—is this what you’re looking for..." He couldn’t even finish the word "death" when he was struck dumb by the sight before his eyes!

Morgan couldn’t believe that the waiter’s so-called help with changing her clothes consisted only of putting on a corset and underwear. The rest was, effectively, exposed...

The black corset and black lace-edged underwear made her already pale skin look even whiter. When the quilt was suddenly lifted, the woman seemed to feel the chill on her body and instinctively twisted a few times before slowly curling up, her legs bending directly to her abdomen.

Morgan Sanders didn’t mean to look, but his gaze involuntarily shifted to the woman’s chest. He couldn’t tell if it was because it was his first time seeing a woman’s body, or if the stark contrast between her usually haughty demeanor and her current quiet and disheveled state lying before him was too much to bear. Morgan’s mind felt like it had been struck by a bell.

With a boom, it all exploded in his head, and in that moment, his blood began to rush wildly, finally surging to his lower abdomen. The teenage response he had always prided himself on controlling so well completely collapsed at that moment... His lower body’s reaction was unmistakably... out of control!

The first thing Morgan did when he came to his senses was to cover her with the quilt and flee her room once more.

When he ran into his room, sweat was beading on Morgan’s forehead, and he gasped for air, catching a glimpse of the obvious reaction in his lower body. He... was aroused!

And it wasn’t towards Bianca, the girl he had liked for so many years, but another woman!

A feeling of guilt welled up inside him. He was no different from other men; any naked woman could arouse him, whether he loved her or not, so...

Does he not deserve Bianca?

He couldn’t believe it. After all these years, the first woman to ever arouse him wasn’t Bella Gordon, but Mia Rowen—someone he always found disagreeable yet could do nothing about!

That night, Morgan was completely sleepless!

"Ah!!!!!"

The next day, after a night of no sleep and still groggy, Morgan’s eardrum was pierced by a shrill scream, which scared him so much that he jumped out of bed without even putting on clothes and rushed to the next room.

"Morgan Sanders, you hooligan, you scoundrel, what did you do to me last night? I’m telling you, I’m going to call the police, I’m going to sue you—this is rape, it’s illegal!"

Morgan Sanders: "..."

It was his first time dealing with a drunk woman, inexperienced and thinking something serious had happened, but as soon as he entered, he was greeted by her screaming like a banshee!

"What nonsense are you talking about? Who raped you, who’s even interested in you!"

"Ahhh! Morgan Sanders, you hooligan, why are you naked in my room, why aren’t you wearing clothes, are you a pervert?"

Seeing Morgan, who was only wearing boxer briefs in her room, Mia Rowen covered her eyes and screamed even more frantically, "You pervert, get out of here, I’m going to sue you for rape, ahhhh!"

Hearing her words, Morgan’s first reaction was to cover his lower body and he was about to turn around and get dressed. But hearing her cries of rape left and right, the little bit of embarrassment vanished in an instant.

"Mia Rowen, you might as well look in the mirror at that figure of yours. You’ve got nothing I want. To rape you, I’d have to be aroused first, and I like Bella Gordon. Seeing you couldn’t get me aroused even if I tried!"

Morgan had indeed blown his top, which led to his unguarded outburst!