A Sweet Night: The CEO Loves His Wife Ardently novel Chapter 110

Bryson lowered his head to kiss her, but before he could do that, Audrey lay into his hug relaxingly.

Then, Bryson heard her steady breathing.

Bryson didn't know what to say.

He removed Audrey from his chest and stared at the sleeping Audrey seriously.

She did fall asleep.

Bryson sighed in frustration.

There was no need to be mad with a drunkard.

Thinking of this, Bryson picked up Audrey and walked upstairs steadily.

Bryson placed Audrey on the bed in her room and tucked her in. He bent to brush away the broken hair on her forehead and lightly kissed her on the forehead before turning around to leave.

...

This night, Audrey had a very sound sleep.

She had a sweet dream.

In her dream, she was with Bryson. Her grandmother was still alive. The whole family was celebrating her brother's 20th birthday together.

It was a sweet dream. It was so sweet that she was reluctant to wake up for the first time since she met Bryson.

However, dreams were dreams.

When the first sunshine pierced through the darkness and shone into her room, Audrey slowly opened her eyes.

All the good things in her dream disappeared, and she was in reality.

Audrey sighed and slowly sat up.

It seemed that people would dream about things that they didn't have in reality. They hope that all that would come true. But when dreams ended, disappointment followed.

Audrey scratched her messy hair and rubbed her painful temples.

She had too much last night and her head ached. The hangover almost killed her.

Audrey waited until she felt better. Then she sized up the surroundings as her eyebrows frowned.

If she was right, she was drinking at the bar last night. Why was she in her room now? How ... did she come back?

Why didn't she remember?

She must be too drunken so that she could not recall.

In a flash, Bryson's face appeared in her mind.

Last night ... was Bryson sending her back to her room?

This seemed to be the only explanation.

After all, when she was drinking last night, Bryson was still in the study. He probably found her drunk at the bar, so he sent her back to her room with great mercy.

Audrey got up and opened the door.

When she reached the railing beside the stairs, she saw the servant shouting at Bryson, who just finished his morning jogging, "Mr. Bryson."

Bryson was dressed in a white sports short-sleeved suit. His calves and forearm muscles that weren't covered shone slightly due to sweats. A drop of sweat dripped down from his short hair, which looked very sexy and charming.

Audrey's heart skipped a beat when she saw such a scene in the morning.

Bryson took the glass of water that the servant handed over. When he raised his head to drink, he noticed Audrey standing at the top of the stairs. Bryson's gaze froze.

"You're awake?"

Audrey pulled the corner of her mouth awkwardly.

"Yes."

Audrey glanced at the bar where was cleaned up already. There was no trace of last night's messy scene.

"I asked the servants to prepare a soup for you to sober up. Come down and have some!"

Audrey was stunned.

Audrey felt embarrassed when Bryson brought this up.

However, Audrey came downstairs obediently and went to the kitchen for the soup that the servants had prepared for her.

She just woken up and was still dizzy. It would be better to have some sober-up soup.

After drinking the soup, Audrey walked out and saw that Bryson was still in the hall.

"Right, about last night..." Audrey thanked Bryson sincerely, "Thank you for taking me back to my room."

Bryson lowered his voice and stared into her eyes. "My pleasure!"

Audrey didn't know how to react.

Bryson's eyes were so hot in the early morning. Audrey could not bear it.

She coughed softly and turned her head away in a hurry.

"Well, Grandma hasn't got up yet. I'll go and wake her up."

With that, Audrey wanted to walk past Bryson.

Before Audrey could pass, Bryson suddenly grabbed Audrey's wrist.

He used much strength and it was hard to struggle out of his grip.

Audrey was shocked.

"Mr. Bryson, is there anything else you need?"

Bryson's gaze landed firmly on Audrey's face. The expression in his eyes was unprecedentedly serious.

"Audrey, if you feel sad, you can tell me."

Audrey's heart skipped a beat. She raised her head vigilantly and looked at Bryson, "Mr. Bryson, did I say something after I got drunk last night?"

Bryson replied, "What do you think?"

"Mr. Bryson, no matter what I said, please forget it. I'm fine!"

Bryson's eyes focused on Audrey's, wanting to see through her.

However, Audrey had concealed her emotions too well. The pain in her eyes yesterday had left without a trace.

Only when Audrey was drunk would she not hold back her emotion. Other than that, she was alert and would bury all her fragility.

Bryson nodded lightly, "Alright, I won't ask again."

Audrey heaved a sigh of relief, and her tightly clenched hands also loosened.

She was afraid that if Bryson continued to ask, she would not be able to control herself from going into his arms for warmth.

All these years, she was too tired for being alone. She disguised herself well. But when facing Bryson, she would easily give up pretending. However, she did not want to show her vulnerability in front of Bryson. She did not want Bryson to sympathize with her, nor did she want Bryson to know her miserable state.

Therefore, she could only seal her heart in front of Bryson and be indifferent, hinting at him not to have any hopes.

In front of Bryson, she felt humble. Living under the same roof with him was all she asked for.

At this moment, Kylee's voice suddenly came from above the stairs.

"What happened to the two of you? Bryson, did you bully Desiree while I was away?" Kylee quickly walked down the stairs and pulled Audrey over. She protected Audrey behind her like a hen protecting a chick.

Audrey lightly coughed and defended Bryson, "Grandma, he didn't bully me. I bullied him."

Kylee moved aside.

"Really? Then I saw nothing. I'm going to have my breakfast."

Bryson was speechless.

This was his Grandma.