A Sweet Night The CEO Loves His Wife Ardently

After returning to the car, Audrey felt burdened.

Then Kolby started the car.

Bryson stared at Audrey's worried face.

"What's wrong? Why did it take you so long to get the stuff?"

Audrey suddenly regained her senses. She turned around and smiled at Bryson, "Nothing. I just met an

old friend and we had a chat."

"An old friend?"

"Yes."

Then Audrey didn't say anything more. She had no desire to continue.

Bryson narrowed his eyes and stared at Audrey's face, wanting to find out more from it.

However, Audrey had been an introvert. It was hard to tell what she was thinking from facial

expressions.

Bryson didn't like this. He could not know her inner thoughts and was rejected by her. He felt like an

outsider in her life.

...

Kylee was glad to welcome Audrey's visit.

Audrey cooked dinner for her, which made Kylee more pleasant. After dinner, the two spent time

together watching two movies. Since it was too late, Audrey stayed overnight in the Cordova Mansion.

At night, Audrey was lying on the big bed in the room. Her mind was occupied with the past, her

grandmother, her lost brother, and her mother who died when she was young. Audrey tossed and

turned, unable to fall asleep.

Finally, Audrey sat up.

She opened the door and looked in the direction of the study. The light in the study was still on, which

meant that Bryson had not rested yet.

Being the president of the Cordova Group was hard.

The weather at night was quite low. Audrey pulled her coat closer and walked to the bar downstairs.

There were kinds of wine stored in the bar. Audrey had picked her targets when she was at dinner.

A few bottles of his wines should be nothing since she agreed to help Kylee, especially when she

hadn't asked for anything.

Opening the wine cabinet, Audrey took out a few bottles of French red wine and a glass.

Sitting in the dim light of the bar, Audrey drank one glass of wine after another alone.

When she drank the second bottle, Audrey was a little drunk.

When it came to the third bottle, Audrey seemed to see that there were double shadows of the

chandelier above the bar.

Audrey opened the fourth bottle of red wine as hiccupping.

On the stairs not far away, a tall and upright figure stood there, looking down at the girl who was

drinking fiercely at the bar counter. Bryson saw all the loneliness and pain on her face.

Bryson had detected the bad mood of Audrey in the late afternoon. He speculated that Audrey might

recall her dead family after encountering an old friend.

Therefore, even when he was working in the study, he did not concentrate on his work. Instead, he paid

special attention to Audrey's room.

Bryson knew the moment Audrey opened the door.

He waited and walked out quietly until Audrey went downstairs.

When Audrey took out wine from the cabinet, Bryson was on the stairs.

He did not disturb her, afraid that she would escape and hide even deeper because of this.

He stood on the upstairs and watched her drink alone, being there for her without a word.

But when it came to the fourth bottle of wine, Bryson saw that Audrey's hands were shaking.

She's drunk!

Bryson frowned.

He walked slowly down the stairs.

Audrey, beside the bar, held a tall glass of wine in one hand and gulped down it in one gulp.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she drank it, she fell backward without control.

Audrey thought that she was going to fall to the ground, but she landed on a warm chest instead.

Bryson held her shoulder with one hand and took the wine cup with the other.

"Audrey, you're drunk!" Bryson reminded her in a low voice.

Audrey pushed Bryson away irritably.

However, being drunken, Audrey lay on the table after she pushed away Bryson.

Bryson's disturbance was like a trigger that Audrey couldn't hold back her emotion any more at this

moment, though she had been trying so the whole night.

"I will drink whatever I want. Why should I listen to you? It is not your business."

"You've drunk enough. Too much wine is not good for your health."

"What does my health have to do with you? They don't want me. I'm just all by myself now. I ... I'm so

scared. I'm so lonely!" Audrey hugged herself tightly, tears dripping down her cheeks, "No one wants

me."

A pair of warm and powerful arms encircled Audrey.

"Don't say that. Even if no one wants you, you still have me!"

Audrey pushed Bryson hard.

But this time, Bryson was prepared. Audrey did not push him away.

Failing to get rid of him, Audrey glared at Bryson angrily, "You are all liars. You said you wouldn't leave

me, but you left one by one. Liars!"

Hearing Audrey's words, Bryson felt extremely sorry.

In the past six years, Audrey had gone through unimaginable pain. Bryson didn't know how she hung

on to today.

If ... if she couldn't hold on halfway, perhaps ... he wouldn't know her.

Looking at the extremely fragile girl in his arms, Bryson only wanted to protect her tightly under his

wings so that no one could hurt her again.

Bryson frowned. He hugged her with more strength and promised, "Bryson Cordova never lies."

"Bryson?" Hearing this name, Audrey's mind was confused for a moment, her eyes revealed some

unclear emotions.

"Yes."

"But I don't want to be with him. I can't." Audrey said without a clear mind.

What she said irrigated Bryson, his eyes burn with anger.

"Why? Why don't you want to be with him?"

"Because," Audrey lay on Bryson's arm and muttered softly, "I don't deserve him."

Bryson did not catch the last sentence. He raised Audrey a little higher and approached his ears to her

mouth.

"What did you just say? Why don't you want to be with Bryson?"

Audrey, who had fallen asleep, felt unease in her sleep. She raised her hand to drive away whoever

was disturbing her.

"Stop it. I want to sleep!"

As she spoke, Audrey also rubbed against Bryson's chest with her head, moving closer to it.

Bryson was speechless.

Looking at the sleeping girl in his arms, Bryson clenched his teeth.

This woman.

How could you not finish your words?