Sweet Pregnant Wife: CEO Phillip's Fierce Love

Chapter 64 Pretend to Be Drunk

Phillip kissed Ann all the way they were out of the private room.

Phillip's kiss almost suffocated her.

Finally, Ann pushed the beast-like man away and helped him, who was unconscious, lie on the sofa in

an empty room.

Ann pulled out Phillip's phone from his pocket carefully. She wanted to call someone to pick him up, but

she was pressed into his embrace again.

Ann struggled to hold up her head and looked at Phillip, only to find that his eyes, which had been

clear, seemed to be somewhat distracted.

Ann panicked. Was he in heat again?

She just seized the opportunity to bite him when Phillip kissed her. Then he could become more clear-

headed.

How could she control him now?

Bite him again? But it's embarrassing...

As Ann was about to retreat, Phillip rolled over and pressed Ann under him.

Ann raised her eyes in panic and saw Phillip's normally cold eyes covered by a layer of mist, his

breathing being hot and heavy.

Phillip's handsome face gradually enlarged in Ann's eyes. Before his cold thin lips pressed against

hers, Ann heard a gentle murmur.

"Little cry baby..."

Ann's originally resisting hand paused. She looked at Phillip in shock.

Only the little boy would call her like this.

Actually, Ann didn't like to cry. But she felt it was so great when she was protected by her little hero.

Then she couldn't help crying.

Because Ann knew that in front of him, she could not be so sensible, but willful. There is no need to be

afraid that she would make her father sad, and be blamed by her stepmother.

To a certain extent, Ann was more real and relaxed in front of the little boy than she was in front of his

father.

Ann put her hands on Phillip's chest and stare blankly at his handsome face. Phillip looked completely

different from the little boy in her memory.

Ann contained all sorts of emotions, like joy, nervousness, and confusion.

She tried to call Phillip, "The little boy?"

Phillip's eyes seemed to be clear for a moment, but then they were covered with a layer of fog.

Phillip held Ann's resistant hand, lowered his head, and followed Ann's smooth forehead down, then

kissed her on the pink lips.

Unlike the previous rough kiss, it was gentle and soft. The tip of Phillip's tongue carefully depicted the

shape of Ann's lips, gently and patiently.

Feeling Ann's struggle, Phillip increased his strength and went deeper.

At this moment, Ann's thoughts were disorganized, and she was eager to know if they were the same

person. But Phillip was controlled by drugs.

Seeing that Phillip's kiss was getting lower and lower, Ann felt anxious. She looked around the private

room and finally found a kettle on the small table beside her.

Ann pursed her lips and tried her best to reach the kettle. But because of her pressed body, Ann was

unable to move.

The temperature of Phillip's body was getting higher and higher. Before his actions became more and

more presumptuous, Ann bit his shoulder fiercely.

Hearing Phillip was breathing in, Ann took the opportunity to push him away forcefully. Then she picked

up the kettle and poured it on Phillip's face.

Phillip was speechless.

After pouring water, Ann found that Phillip was still lying on the sofa with closed eyes.

She pursed her lips but did not dare to get closer.

Walking to the door, Ann wanted to find someone in Phillip's phone address book to pick him up.

However, she found that there were no other numbers marked, except her number.

With a complicated expression, Ann looked at Phillip, who was lying on the sofa. She still dialed one of

the numbers that had more conversations.

...

Aydan got up from his bed and rushed to the hotel room at night. When he arrived, Aydan saw Ann

was standing at the door in a daze. Seeing him, Ann greeted him, as if she was in a trance.

"Mr. Phillip drank some wine. Sorry to trouble you to send him back. I still have something to do, so I'll

leave first."

Before Aydan could speak, Ann had already left in a hurry.

Without caring about anything else, Aydan hurriedly walked to the sofa. Seeing the water on Phillip's

face, he couldn't help cursing.

"Holy shit, didn't you accompany Jennifer for a dinner? Why are you drunk and covered in water ... No,

no, Ann had a strange expression. You won't force Ann to kiss you after being drunk, right?"

Aydan looked at Phillis in surprise, "You are such a brother."

Phillip should have been drugged and uncomfortable, but now he sat up leisurely and took out a napkin

to wipe off the water on his face.

Phillip's hair was still slightly wet, which made him more appealing than usual.

He looked up at Aydan with a clear gaze.

Aydan immediately knew, "Are you pretending to be drunk?" This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

How Phillip could be drunk by a woman!

Phillip didn't want to talk nonsense with Aydan. He stood up and said, "If Jennifer comes to me again

later, you just say no. If she wants to talk about business with me, you ask her father to talk with me

directly!"

Aydan was stunned, "Did she offend you?"

Thinking of that wine filled with drugs, Phillip sneered without saying anything. Then, he looked at the

car keys in Aydan's hand.

"Come on."

"Where are we going?"

"Make sure that Ann got home safe."

Aydan was speechless.