Wait, She’s a Billionaire by Ms. Shadow

Chapter 911

Hannah chuckled in exasperation.

“Mom, you’re resorting to this kind of thing? Is Noah your long–lost biological son or something?”

Vanessa sighed, saying, “Hannah, you’re not getting any younger. A few more years, and you’ll be a spinster. Even though Mr. Noah was confused about his feelings before and rejected your advances, when he realized he liked you, he bravely pursued you. I’ve seen his efforts, and he truly is the best man for you. Your dad and I know he’ll treat you right.

After delivering those heartfelt words, Vanessa quietly left.

Looking at the condom in her hand, Hannah could not help but imagine the intimate

scene.

She felt a flush of embarrassment from her neck to her ears.

She turned to look at the intoxicated Noah on the bed, feeling conflicted.

Should she really go through with this?

Walking to the bedside, she stared at Noah for a moment.

His handsome face was red from the alcohol, and there were two conflicting voices in her

mind.

After sitting quietly by the bed for a few minutes, reason ultimately triumphed over her

emotions.

into the trash bin and wrung out the towel, then proceeded

between men and women

for her.

the time she finished wiping him down, she was

wanted to see Noah drunk

into bed and decided to get some extra bedding from the closet

Chapter 911

get up, her arm

into his embrace, holding her like a pillow as he

whispered

No response.

time, he was truly asleep.

was pinning her down, but he was just

found herself too weak to break free from his grasp, perhaps due to fatigue or maybe

eyelids grew heavy, and she gradually gave up resistance, drifting

the first rays of sunlight shone through the window, Hannah woke

1. up.

head to look at the man sleeping beside her.

face, with its perfect features, was exquisitely handsome even in sleep, and she could still

reached out her fingers, tracing his forehead, then his distinguished brows, and his straight nose… outlining

This face, this

this man,

deep

obsidian

a minute, his eyes?