Chapter 150 Why Didn't You Refuse?
Candice gave Brandon an annoyed slap.
What did she do to deserve this late at night!
"Brandon, I must have owed you something!"
Candice couldn't help complaining, then tried to get up from him.
Brandon's already foggy mind became even more dizzy from the fall.
When his deep, drunken eyes regained clarity, he saw Candice taking off his shoes and covering him with a blanket.
Under the soft light, her long hair fell loose, her face delicate and gentle. Her beautiful figure bent slightly, showing off her perfect curves.
Especially those careful movements made Brandon narrow his eyes, unable to tell reality from dream for a moment.
He seemed to be back in the past, when he'd come home drunk from business dinners, and Candice would take care of him just like this.
Brandon couldn't help himself and grabbed Candice's hand, pulling her close.
"Candice, it's you, right?"
"Obviously, who else would it be?" Candice answered irritably.
Brandon's eyes darkened as he looked at her deeply, then he raised his hand to the back of her head and pulled her in for another kiss!
This was the second time tonight.
This time, the kiss was much slower.
But it was also intense, as if he was trying to confirm something!
Candice was about to explode.
"Brandon, not again!"
She struggled hard, but despite using both hands and feet, she couldn't push him away.
She was pinned firmly beneath him.
She was forced to endure another round of his aggression, her lips stinging from the kiss.
Brandon wasn't just kissing her, he was biting too!
Just as Candice was considering whether to knock him out, Brandon suddenly stopped all movement and fell asleep holding her.
He was clearly too drunk!
Seeing this, Candice felt a bit relieved and quickly tried to escape from his arms.
But Brandon's arms held her too tightly - she couldn't pry them open.
She struggled for a long time, and he, even in his sleep, started getting impatient. He changed position, held her tighter, and warned gruffly, "Don't move, sleep."
Then a long leg suddenly pressed down on her.
Now, Candice really couldn't move at all.
Brandon's warm, heavy breathing filled her ears, and Candice felt completely miserable.
What kind of situation was this!
While Candice was feeling hopeless, at that moment, right across from the villa.
A black car was hidden under the trees.
Finnian stuck his head out, frequently looking toward Candice's yard, worrying out loud, "Brandon won't get thrown out by Candice, will he?"
Knox, in the driver's seat, also curiously glanced toward the yard a few times, replying, "That shouldn't happen. Mr. Obelon is totally drunk, Ms. Elikin isn't that heartless."
Finnian nodded, saying, "That's good. All that effort we put into getting him drunk tonight and dumping him at Candice's door won't be wasted! If Brandon comes through tonight, maybe they'll get back together right away!"
Knox couldn't help giving him a thumbs up after hearing this, saying, "Mr. Finnian Obelon, if Mr. Brandon Obelon and Ms. Elikin successfully get back together in the future, you'll definitely deserve major credit!"
Hearing this, Finnian immediately became proud, saying, "Of course! Just look at who I am. I'm Brandon's solid support in his love life, the ultimate wingman!"
Knox laughed at his words.
But both of them were satisfied with tonight's results.
"Alright, it's getting late, let's head back and rest too!"
"Okay!"
Knox naturally had no objection. He started the car, and they left.
On Candice's side.
Because of Brandon, she couldn't escape that night. Plus, after being worn out, she eventually fell asleep from exhaustion.
When she woke up again, it was already the next morning.
Candice groggily opened her eyes and felt a burning heat source in front of her, then caught sight of a solid chest and attractive collarbones.
Candice's mind was a bit dazed, not fully awake yet, and her hand unconsciously touched them.
They felt pretty good.
Before she finished touching, a deep voice suddenly came to her ear, asking, "Had enough?"
Candice was startled, her fingers froze, and she finally snapped back to reality!
The person beside her was Brandon!
Candice immediately sat up, trying to look calm as she asked, "You're awake?"
Brandon also slowly sat up, his eyes deep and dark, looking at her and saying, "Candice, can you give me an explanation? What's going on here?"
This left Candice completely confused.
Shouldn't she be the one asking him that?
Candice pointed at her own nose, asking Brandon, "You want me to explain?"
Brandon said coolly, "What else? Taking advantage of me first thing in the morning, what's your deal?"
Candice really didn't expect him to actually turn the tables on her like this. She laughed in anger.
"Does Mr. Obelon get amnesia after drinking? Why don't you look around and see where this is? You're the one who took advantage of me! You came over last night, acting crazy drunk. I was kind enough to help you inside to rest, but you wouldn't let me go. You took all the advantage, and you still have the nerve to ask me for an explanation!"
The fact that she hadn't thrown him out showed how kind she was!
Hearing this, Brandon frowned, seemingly trying to recall last night's events.
In his memory, there was vaguely something like that.
Unclear images flashed through his mind.
Brandon's face darkened - he'd obviously remembered.
Candice had been watching him, and seeing this, asked, "Remember now?"
Brandon's expression was somewhat uncertain, but his eyes couldn't help examining Candice.
Her pajamas were all wrinkled, her lips seemed to be bitten, and there appeared to be some obvious marks on her neck.
Did he do all this?
Brandon frowned, seemingly unable to imagine he'd really done this.
After a moment of silence, he finally spoke, asking, "Why didn't you refuse?"
Candice gritted her teeth and said irritably, "What do you mean I didn't refuse? Don't you know how strong you are?"
Thinking about what happened last night, Candice's emotions got worked up.
She pulled up the hem of her pajamas and pointed at the marks, saying, "See this? These are bruises you made! They still hurt!"
Brandon's gaze followed where she pointed, and his eyes grew even darker.
On that slender waist, there were several slightly purple finger marks, standing out starkly against her delicate skin.
Brandon was now truly at a loss for words.
He hadn't expected he'd use so much force when drunk.
But he vaguely remembered it wasn't intentional. Rather, last night, under the influence of alcohol, his brain had one strong urge.
He wanted to completely possess her!
That way, she wouldn't run off with someone else.