??Chapter 1005: Chapter 985: Carry
to the Bath!
Chapter 1005: Chapter 985: Carry
to the Bath!
Chapter 985
These words slipped out so easily, and Willy Smith was speechless, indeed. A drunk woman was truly a terrible thing. If she kept spouting nonsense, his indecent thoughts might be stirred up again!
Boys around sixteen or seventeen are in the throes of adolescence, and with biology lessons reinforcing knowledge at school, this age was simply perfect for fantasizing. Practically every boy had daydread about soone they admired.
Now, the woman he admired was talking about pregnancy right in front of him. Any healthy young man in the midst of puberty would overthink it. With that thought, Willy Smith’s face instantly turned red with embarrassnt.
“Stop it, Nora!”
Willy Smith carefully pried the woman’s fingers apart one by one, his heartbeat quickening to the point it threatened to overwhelm his rationality. When he reached for the hangover soup on the bedside cabinet, his hand was soft and trembling; it took quite a while for him to steady himself enough to hold the cup of hangover tea without shaking.
Breathe, then breathe again, deeply. Willy Smith’s gaze was fixed as he watched his arm holding the hangover tea stop shaking. He took a spoonful, blew on it, checked the temperature to make sure it wasn’t too hot, and then held it to Nana Jensen’s mouth, “Open up and take a sip, be good!”
Rembering her childhood dislike for dicine, claiming it was bitter, he quickly added, “This isn’t traditional dicine, it’s not bitter. It’s maltose from the kitchen, give it a try, it’s sweet!”
Lina Miller was from a Volkswagen-like family background, living the most ordinary life as a child, growing up on her grandmother’s maltose. Later on, as she grew up and her family was no longer there, she would often cook maltose to reminisce about the feeling of ho from her childhood.
Gradually, she beca proficient at making delicious and nutritious maltose, which Nana Jensen loved dearly. As a child, hearing that the Jensen family had maltose to offer, all the neighborhood kids would gather together. This was also the opportunity for Willy Smith to see Nana Jensen regularly. Thus, her hobby was etched into Willy Smith’s bones over the many years that passed.
“Maltose?!”
As expected, upon hearing these words, the head previously buried in the pillow bounced up instantly. “John, you’ve co to my house to freeload again, don’t compete with
for it, I want to eat lots and lots!”
Without waiting for Willy Smith to react, Nana Jensen snatched the cup of hangover tea from his hand, tilted her head back, and drank it down in one go. However, the next mont…
“Pfft…”
After just a sip, she imdiately spat it out. “Why is it so bitter? You liar, it’s definitely dicine, it’s so bitter, so bitter!”
In the end, she tossed the bowl onto the carpet.
Willy Smith was at his wit’s end. This was already the second bowl wasted completely. Seeing the situation, he didn’t think he could make her drink any more without it going overboard.
“Okay, it’s my fault, let’s not drink anymore, no more!”
Willy Smith reached out to lift her up from the bed, intending to have soone co and change all the bedding, but before he could speak out, the woman interrupted him, “Willy Smith, you’ve dirtied my bed. Now hurry up and change all the bed sheets!”
Willy Smith: “…”
He dirtied it?
Alright, if it made her happy, he’d take the bla!
Seeing the state of things, it seed she was going to give him a hard ti tonight. But he was thankful that she had drunk so much, allowing him the chance to spend ti alone with her, satisfying his unrequited love for her.
Changing quilts and bed sheets was definitely not sothing Young Master Smith was good at, but fortunately, there were spares prepared in the cabinet, so the swapping was quick. He thought that after following Miss Jensen’s instructions and changing the bedding, she might give him a break, but unexpectedly…
“Alright, the bed sheets have been changed. Now I’m going to take a bath. Carry
to the shower!”
It was him who had just carried her into the room, the warm embrace was just like when her dad used to hold her as a child, sothing she hadn’t enjoyed for many years. Dad said that once grown up, she shouldn’t be carried by dad anymore, but by another man, because dad would only carry mom for a lifeti, and she could only be carried for a short while!
Even though she was drunk, Nana Jensen never forgot Fabian Nala’s words. In a mont of impulsiveness, she blurted them out to Willy Smith, not only saying it but also jumping straight onto the boy, hanging on his neck, “Hurry up, you can’t be that insincere, can you? I’m drunk, and you won’t even indulge ?”
Willy Smith: “…”
Would he not indulge her?
If she wanted the moon in the sky, he would try to pluck it for her, but sadly, even if she did want the moon, she wouldn’t want him to pluck it for her. Now that she’s drunk, if she were sober, she probably would want him to stay as far away from her as possible!
“Well, Nora, about taking a bath, I’ll call a maid for you. If that really won’t work, I can call Chani or Nicole!”
He had been indecent once already and didn’t want to be so a second ti. The incident in the log was an accident, but this ti, he was completely sober. Even if he was secretly in love with her, he wanted to be openly and honorably in love. Such advantage-taking while another is vulnerable, Willy Smith was above that!
“I don’t want that; Chani doesn’t have the strength to carry , and there’s even less need to ntion Nicole. I want you to carry , just you, just take
in there, I’m not asking you to do anything else!”
Having been rejected once already, a hint of annoyance flickered through Nana Jensen’s hazy mind, “What are you thinking about?”
Willy Smith: “…”
A woman is asking a man to carry her to the bath, and she’s asking what he is thinking about?
He could think of countless possibilities, okay?
“I wasn’t thinking anything…”
“Then do you find
repulsive because I sll of alcohol?”
Nana Jensen abruptly interrupted Willy Smith before he could finish speaking, “I’ll have you know, Willy Smith, I didn’t find you repulsive when you had a runny nose as a kid, and if you dare find
repulsive now, I’ll cripple you!”
Willy Smith: “…”
When did he ever have a runny nose?
He had always been a handso little prince since birth, so how did he beco soone with a runny nose?
No, that must’ve been when he had a cold as a child!
Thinking that, Willy Smith decisively felt it was wrong again. Even if he had a cold, he wouldn’t have a runny nose!
“Fine, I’ll carry you in, but…” She was already saying she’d cripple him, so he couldn’t exactly refuse, “I’m not taking off your clothes!”
Take off clothes?
“You wish. I’m just asking you to carry , and you’re thinking about undressing? I’ll have you know, my clothes are definitely reserved for my husband on my wedding night, so don’t even dream about it!”
Willy Smith felt like dying; alcohol really wasn’t sothing good. A perfectly fine girl had drunk one, no, two drinks, and turned into this babbling madwoman!
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