After divorce I am a billionaire

Abigail laughed in exasperation, "Mom, you can even take out this kind of stuff. Micah is your long-lost biological son, right?" Katelyn sighed, "Baby, just grab that chance. Although Mr. Micah previously did not understand their own feelings and refused you." "After he found out he likes you, he courts bravely and works really hard. | saw all this with my eyes. He is really the most suitable man for you, and your father and | are very relieved to leave you to him." After a few sincere words, Katelyn left quietly.

Abigail looked at the condom in her hand and couldn't help but think of that intimate image. Instantly, her neck and her ears turned red.

She turned back to Micah, who was drunk on the bed, and was a little torn inside.

Really? She walked over to the bed and stared at Micah for a moment.

Looking at his handsome and red face, there were two voices fighting in her mind.

After sitting quietly on the edge of the bed for a few minutes, her heart was finally overcome by her sanity.

She threw the condom into the trash, wrung out another towel and wiped Micah's body and face.

The physical disparity between men and women was so great that Micah was really too heavy for her.

By the time she finished cleaning her body, she was exhausted.

For the rest of her life, she didn't want to see Micah drunk a second time! Breathing heavily, she tucked Micah under the blanket again, intending to go to the closet to get two futons so that she could sleep on floor for the night.

Who knew that just as she was about to get up, her arm was once again clutched.

The sleeping man used his force unconsciously and directly pulled her into his arms, hugging her as a pillow to sleep.

"Micah?" She shouted softly.

No response. He was really asleep.

She tried to break his arm that was pressing her, but he was really too heavy, and she was already too weak to get out of her clutches.

Perhaps she was too tired, and perhaps it was too comfortable to sleep in this position.

Abigail's eyelids were heavy and she gradually gave up her resistance and fell into a deep sleep.

Abigail woke up early the next morning when the sunlight came through the window.

She slowly opened her eyes and turned her head to look at the sleeping face of the man beside her.

The face and the features were perfect and delicate. Despite that he was sleeping, she could still feel the extremely cold aura of his body.

Abigail stretched out her fingers and stroked from his forehead, gently his eyebrows, then to the high bridge of the nose ...

Little by little, he was outlined by her fingers.

This face and this person made her heart flutter.

Especially, those dark and deep eyes.

Uh, wait, eyes? She came back to her senses.

When she looked at him, Micah had, at some point, woken up and was also staring at her.

She withdrew her hand and hurried to explain, "Don't misunderstand! Last night the door was accidentally locked by my mother.

And you hugged me and wouldn't let me go, so | was so tired after cleaning your body that | was forced to fall asleep in your bed.

Nothing happened!" Micah's lips lifted slightly, "If nothing happened, why are you nervous?" "Am | nervous?" Abigail blushed slightly.

Micah's ears were red, "Actually...what happened last night ..." he basically remembered.

He thought for a moment and said sharply, "I will be responsible to the end?" Abigail abruptly got up from the bed, "We didn't do anything last night. A bodyguard brought you back. I finished cleaning your body, and you carried me to bed! That's all! No need for you to be responsible!" She quickly got out of bed and rapped on the door as hard as she could.

When Katelyn arrived and the moment she opened the door, she bent down and slipped away.

Katelyn looked at her back as she ran away, smiled and looked at Micah who was half leaning on the bed. And then Katelyn pretended to say, "Mr. Micah, last night you two...?" Micah reiterated that statement again, "Mrs. Katelyn, please rest assured that | will be responsible for Abigail, to the end." Katelyn got it, made an OK gesture at him, and turned to leave.

At breakfast, the Matthews House dining room was filled with only the crisp clink of cutlery and bowls.

The four ate their meal in silence.

Abigail kept her head down from start to finish, concentrating on her breakfast.

Katelyn desperately winked at Jamie.

Jamie understood, coughed lightly twice and took the initiative to break the silence, "Mr. Micah, | heard that you are going to be responsible for Abigail. How is that?" Abigail was drinking a glass of juice and choked on his words.

Micah immediately patted her back, handed her a tissue, and replied, "I will be engaged with Abigail, and she's the love of my life." Katelyn and Jamie looked at each other and smiled.

"| object.” After that violent coughing, Abigail spoke decisively.

Katelyn and Jamie instantly sulked and said at the same time, "Your objection is invalid!" Micah respected Abigail's choice more and he wanted to know what she thought, "Abigail, why do you object?" Abigail said with seriousness, "We did nothing last night. You do not have to be responsible, and, | was locked up in your room by my mother. It was the Matthews family who framed you up" "But | fell into the trap willingly." He stared at her side face, and was extra serious, "Last night you was in my room. And you were out of the room until this morning. Quite a few servants have seen it, which will always have an impact on your reputation. It was me who pulled you hard and did not let you go, so all should be my responsibility.” Abigail was slightly stunned. What he concerned first, surprisingly, was her reputation.

But thinking of their previous agreement, she felt a little reluctant, "You just said last time that you are willing to chase after me for a year. It's been a few days and you want to take some tricks and force me to get engaged with you. You're unbelievable." Micah: "Engagement and chasing after you are different. I'll continue to chase after you after engagement. | can even draft an agreement. If you get tired of me in the future, you can always withdraw the engagement and | will tell everyone that the problem is on me." Abigail stared at him and was stunned by his gaze.

In Suham.

In the afternoon it was Lyra's elaborate celebrity tea party.

She sat down at the dressing table and opened the jewelry box, being ready to pick out one to complete the task.

There was a whole box of beautiful jewelry, but she was a bit at a loss.

Because, most of the things in the box were sent by Malcolm.

She was in trouble, planned to take out the brooch she bought before, but her slender waist was suddenly caught from behind.

Malcolm rested his chin on her shoulder, watching the brooch she had picked out.

"When you lose the thing you care about most, others can be convinced.” Lyra stared at him, "So can you pick for me?" Malcolm went through her jewelry box one by one, and reached for the ruby white diamond ring he had proposed with.

The ring, which he auctioned off for 9.9 billion, was then engraved with Lyra's name, which was exclusive to her.

Malcolm: "The ring is convenient to wear on your hand. Tiny things are hard to be found. So, you can say it's accidentally stolen." Lyra pressed his hand, and said very firmly, "Not this one!" mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWLII0fiflO& 1 mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWL1i10fif10&1 mmMwWLIiI0fiflO&1