Free Web NovelChapter 1317: Chapter 1314: Newlyweds
Richard Shaw carried the drunken Leah upstairs to rest, while in the living room, Ignatius Leclair originally intended to go back to warm Delphine’s bed, but Griffith Squire stubbornly refused to let him go.
"Keep drinking, today one of us must drink until we collapse." Griffith Squire was half drunk, but his courage hadn’t fully bolstered yet.
He needed to drink some more to calm down.
Ignatius Leclair’s handsome face turned ashen, who the hell wants to drink with this highway robber? Wouldn’t it be better to go back and sleep holding his wife?
Unfortunately, Richard Shaw had already slinked away like greased lightning, and he wasn’t Griffith Squire’s match, forcibly dragged down by his sleeve.
The two men continued their drinking contest in the living room. Seeing Leah had been carried away, Delphine stood up and laughed, "It’s cold outside, let’s go back to rest."
Aurora Coldwell’s cheeks were slightly flushed; tonight was her wedding night.
Aurora Coldwell carried the remaining half bottle of red wine back to her room, took a bath while using fragrance, filling the whole room with a subtle scent. Griffith Squire kept drinking alcohol, and she didn’t know whether he’d come to her room to sleep tonight; this topic had never been discussed between them.
Aurora Coldwell drank a bit of red wine, then climbed onto bed waiting while sleeping, not knowing how long she waited until the man opened the door and entered, covered in the smell of alcohol, standing in the dim light.
Aurora Coldwell, being a light sleeper, vaguely felt someone standing by the bedside, forcefully propping up her sleepy eyelids, hoarsely said, "You’re back?"
"Hm." The man’s voice was unusually deep, and then there was silence.
Aurora Coldwell faintly heard the sound of water running from the bathroom and didn’t think much of it. She was very sleepy after drinking wine at night, even though she remembered it was her wedding night and was waiting for Griffith Squire, her mind was foggy and couldn’t wake up.
After a while, one corner of the large bed sank as the man climbed onto the bed, newly bathed, his warm body snuggled up, carrying a faint aroma of wine mixed with the minty scent of bath foam.
Griffith Squire, after drinking, felt increasingly sober.
He turned on the bedside lamp. The soft orange light illuminated the sleeping figure, coating her with a faint warm color.
"Sweetie, call me hubby." The man’s voice was deep and hoarse as anything.
"Hubby~" Her voice was soft and sweet.
Griffith Squire felt his blood rushing all to one place...
A delightful tangle of sweetness, until dawn broke slightly, Aurora Coldwell had fallen into a deep sleep from exhaustion; only then did Griffith Squire satisfyingly let her off, holding his beloved bunny for a hot bath before embracing her tightly into sleep.
The next day, the newlywed couple lingered in bed.
Ignatius Leclair’s face was extremely foul. Last night he was pulled to drink by Griffith Squire, and that bastard realized he was a thousand-cup drinker, so he acted up, punching him unconscious when everyone went to sleep.
The South Seas Leclair spent the night lying on the carpet, only waking up the next morning by the old butler.
The dignified and elegant man had never been more embarrassed. Learning about Griffith Squire’s trick last night, his face was dark. Without a word, he inquired which room Delphine slept in and went upstairs to shower and change clothes, just meeting Richard Shaw on his way up.
"I’ve got a big grudge with Griffith Squire." Ignatius Leclair spoke sinisterly, his voice as cold as ice.
Richard Shaw, seeing the traces of a hangover on him, evidently not having returned to sleep last night, looked into his slightly deeper tea-colored eyes, and said indifferently, "Even if you kill him, I wouldn’t object."
Ignatius Leclair saw Richard Shaw had no objection, his deep, narrow eyes slightly squinted, letting out a couple of cold laughs; Griffith Squire, that bastard, he would definitely find a way to kill him.
