Billionaire's Reborn Baby novel Chapter 363

"Arabella ... I've loved you for so long ... Why don't you love me? I had planned to get married with you after graduation ... Why did you leave?" The voice continued.

"Okay. Get married." His friend comforted him very perfunctorily.

"Please marry, marry me." The man seemed to have taken it seriously. He stood up drunkenly, accidentally knocked over the wine glasses and made a mess of cups and plates.

"Hey! Jaquan!" his friend shouted, "You can't drink yourself unconscious in such a place. Wait here. Excuse me for a minute and I'll call a cab to pick you up. Don't walk around."

"Please don't leave me," the man shouted drunkenly, "Arabella ... I love you so much..."

Emma slowly got up and paced to the man's booth.

The man nearly fell asleep at the table. She saw his eyes half-closed with very long eyelashes. He was lying on the table like a child. Feeling someone around him, he reached out and grabbed Emma. Then he slowly opened his eyes.

His beautiful eyes shone like a pearl, painting his straight face with extra charm.

Looking at him, Emma asked mockingly, "You said you love her very much. Will you love her for the rest of your life?"

The man mistakenly took her as Arabella. He held a small thing in front of her, and kept saying, "Marry me ... Arabella ... I love you..."

Emma smiled when she looked down and recognized that he was holding a peanut in his hand.

She did a lot of things tonight that she hadn't dared to do for so many years.

Just one more thing left.

She thought so.

"Alright, I'll marry you." After eating the peanut, she supported him with her arms, and dragged him towards the private room at the end of the corridor.

Helping him lie down on the bed, she closely watched his face for the first time. He was indeed a good-looking guy with a young body. She guessed that he might be only two or three years older than her.

He dressed casually. They were not high-priced designer clothes. But his shoes were limited edition, and she could tell that he was a fan of sneakers.

His watch wasn't expensive. A Patek Philippe, somewhere between 500, 000 and 600, 000.

Born into a comparatively rich family, he didn't have to worry about his living. No wonder he only thought about love affairs all day long.

"Will you love her for the rest of your life?" She asked again.

He was too drunk to answer any question. He would only say, "I love you ... I really love you..."

Only then was Emma convinced that she did come from the Alberton family. They were cold-blooded and hated all of the good in their lives. They would rather make others suffer with them than bear the pain alone.

The man kept saying that he only loved one woman.

Would he keep his promise in the future?

Even if it was true,

I would ruin his dream tonight.

Emma took off her cheongsam and lay on top of him. She started to stroke his cheek, then his forehead, his eyes, his nose, and his lips.

She gave him a tentative kiss.

It was her first kiss. At a loss, she could only gently pressed his lips...

Until he kissed her so hard with his tongue and rolled over on top of her...

She learned to dance since she was young, so her body was very flexible. Even so, she almost couldn't get out of bed the next day.

She went to the bathroom to clean herself up. Before she left, she looked at the man on the bed. His hair was very soft. Last night she ripped off a lot from him when she couldn't take it anymore.

His eyes were so beautiful that she thought she should take a picture as a souvenir before she left.

But what was it for?

Maybe an eighteenth birthday present.

Sitting on the bus on the way back, she looked out of the window with a blank look.

She regretted.

She regretted ruining the enthusiasm of that innocent man.

Arabella was really lucky to be loved by such a man.

She was so tired that she unconsciously fell asleep.

"This is our stop!" The conductor's voice was as loud as a loudspeaker.

Woken up by this voice, Emma suddenly opened her eyes. Then she met a pair of beautiful eyes she had just dreamed of.

She couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality. She stared at Jaquan blankly until he laughed. Just awakening from sleep, he said in a husky voice, "What's on your mind?"

"Time to gather!" another voice came from outside. It was exactly the same as the last voice she heard in her dream. It turned out to be a dream.