Chapter 20

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Chaucer suddenly proposed to pick up Mila because of those two men. Although they had been chased away by Theo, they looked at Mila with lust in their eyes, as if they were determined to get her.

Men understood men the best. Chaucer had a feeling those two men would definitely find a chance to attack Mila. He was really worried, so he came out to pick up the drunk girl in the middle of the night.

The car was filled with the smell of alcohol. Chaucer frowned and opened the window. The summer night breeze wasn’t cold. It brushed past Mila’s face and blew her soft hair. Under the light of the roadside, she looked like a beautiful painting.

Chaucer glanced at her, and his heart raced uncontrollably.

After getting out of the car, Chaucer walked in front alone. Because Mila was drunk and wearing high heels, her steps were a little unsteady, but she still reached home safely.

After entering the room, Chaucer turned on the lights in the living room and sat on the sofa tiredly.

“Chaucer…” Mila’s voice was soft, to begin with, and after drinking, her voice became even softer with a hint of coquettishness.

Mila undid the straps on her shoes and staggered to Chaucer’s side. She sat on the carpet and asked sweetly, “Chaucer, don’t you like me? Why are you always throwing a tantrum at me?”

She crossed her arms in dissatisfaction, like a child who couldn’t eat her candy.

Chaucer rubbed his eyebrows and replied in resignation, “It’s not that I don’t like you.”

“No, you don’t like it. You’re always cold to me!” Mila’s bright eyes were teary, and her red lips looked rather moist as she looked at Chaucer pitifully.

Everyone was in a different state after drinking too much. Mila liked to wheedle and cry. Under the catalysis of alcohol, a little unhappiness could become an excuse to vent.

“That’s because of my work. It has nothing to do with you.”

“You should be good to me when we get married, but you always bully me,” Mila complained to Chaucer with tears in her eyes, as if she was going to cry in the next second.

Chaucer was speechless. When did he bully her?

He didn’t expect Mila to be like this when she was drunk. She whined and complained to him. He really didn’t know what to do with her.

Chaucer bent down and picked her up. As she suddenly left the ground, Mila subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck, looked up at him, then leaned against his chest and bit him unhappily.

“Ssss…”

Chaucer gasped and almost threw Mila out. He resisted his urge and carried her into the second bedroom. He then threw her on the bed roughly, covering her with the blanket.

He couldn’t figure out why Mila, who was usually so gentle, became such a tormenting little vixen when she was drunk.

Not long after lying on the bed, Mila fell asleep, but Chaucer, who was in the other room, couldn’t fall asleep. When he closed her eyes, all he could see was Mila’s face, her fair skin, beautiful lips, and glistening eyes.

Her body was very light, like a ball of cotton. Her waist was soft and thin, her legs were long and fair, and her body emitted a faint floral fragrance.

Chaucer felt his temperature rising, and he was no longer sleepy. He got up and took two cold showers in the bathroom before calming down.

The next morning, Mila woke up from her sleep and sniffed the smell of alcohol on herself in disdain. She went into the bathroom to take a shower, and the scenes from last night suddenly appeared in her mind.

She tried to butter Chaucer up and even bit his chest…

Mila’s face turned red, and she felt she was too ashamed to see him. After calming down, she decided to pretend she couldn’t remember anything to get away with it.

Half an hour later, after Mila made breakfast, Chaucer walked out of his room.

Mila saw his dark circles at a glance and immediately asked gently, “Didn’t you sleep well last night? Do you want me to make you a cup of coffee?”

Chaucer looked at the gentle woman in front of him and felt last night had been a dream.

“Yes, I didn’t sleep well.”

Mila made the coffee and brought it to the dining table.

The two of them sat down and started to eat breakfast. Mila suddenly said, “Chaucer, when I went home on the weekend last time, I told Dad and Mom about our marriage. They agreed we could skip the wedding, but the two families met for a meal.”

Mila should have told Chaucer about this after he came back from his business trip, but he was injured the moment he came back, so Mila never said anything.

“Alright. This weekend then. Is that time convenient for your parents?”

Since they were already married, the two families should meet. Moreover, his grandfather already knew about their marriage. Even if Mila didn’t mention the meeting of the parents, his grandfather would.

“I’ll call my parents later and ask them,” Mila replied.