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After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 464 Micah is drunk and someone is misbehaving
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Abigail stared at his computer, "But, you're not done with your work yet." "Wait for me for half an hour, will you?" His eyes looked serious as he stared at her.

Whiling looking at each other, Abigail's heart missed a beat. It was throbbing.

She withdrew her gaze and compromised, "Just half an hour at the most. Not even a minute over." "Great." Micah immediately returned to his seat and quickly got into state to handle the task at hand.

* In the evening, the meeting place was at a bar.

There were feasting and revelry.

There were more than a dozen men and women in the room, and by the time Abigail and Micah arrived, almost everyone was here and was having a good time.

Micah had spent many years in medical research and had never been involved in the affairs of the Lloyd Group, and naturally had never been involved in any social occasions.

He didn't like this alcoholic scene, and from the moment he came in he frowned tightly, with a cold and out-of-place look.

Abigail guessed that he was uncomfortable, and as she entered, turned around and whispered, "If you're not used to it, wait for me outside, or take a taxi back to the Matthews House yourself." After that, she looked back inside the private room and quickly had a warm smile.

But her wrist was clutched by Micah, who asked in a somewhat different tone, "Abigail, have you been such occasions frequently?" Abigail lowered her eyes, hid the sadness in her eyes, and said lightly, "I'm Matthews Group's heiress. Revitalizing family business is my duty. Whether | like it or not, | must attend.” She pushed Micah's hand away and walked in herself.

When the people inside saw her, they immediately called out to her enthusiastically.

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Someone else noticed the man behind her, "I heard you and the Weaver Family backed out the marriage contract, so is he your new love? He's so handsome!" Abigail turned around and saw that Micah hadn't left and was standing silently and obediently behind her.

She smiled and explained, "This is my new secretary. | brought him to meet you guys." After dealing with the other presidents’ questions, she just whispered to Micah and asked, "Why did you come in? This is not the place for you. Get out." Micah shook his head resolutely, "Even you can adapt to this scene, | have nothing to squirm about." Since he insisted, Abigail didn't forcefully persuade, and took the initiative to hold his hand and pull him to the vacant sofa to sit down together.

Micah looked down, staring at the hand she was holding.

That warm feeling in his palm was so real.

All the toasts to Abigail were accepted by Micah.

After drinking so many glasses of wine, Micah's face turned red, and he felt dizzy. Obviously he was drunk.

Abigail helplessly shook her head. He drank so much while having eaten nothing, which showed that his drinking capacity was quite good.

"Miss Abigail, the toast is for you. | look forward to working with the Matthews Group in the future." She stopped thinking of Micah and immediately raised her glass with a proper demeanor and responded with a smile, "You're welcome, Mr. Smith." When she was about to drink, her wrist was clutched.

Micah's eyes looked blurred, but he still insisted on drinking for her.

She hurriedly leaned close to his ear and instructed, "You are so heavy. If you got drunk, | can't carry you back home by myself.

Just a few glasses of wine, | won't get drunk. Don't worry." He shook his head and spoke from his heart, "I wasn't around before and couldn't do things you didn't like for you, but now that I'm here. | don't want you to worry and force yourself because of these things." Abigail froze slightly. It was the first time she heard such plain words.

As she froze, the glass of wine in her hand was once again taken by Micah and drained in one go.

The price of hardening himself was that he did get drunk and lie down.

Abigail was wordless.

The feeling of being touched did not exist at this moment.

Another female president, seeing Micah's drunkenness, took the initiative to come over to console him, and tried to reach out and pat his handsome face to help sober up.

Abigail quickly pulled Micah into her arms, preventing anyone from touching him.

She laughed and said, "Ms. Layla, forgive me. My secretary has a strange temper and a serious cleanliness problem, even | can't help it." Layla tutted twice, "It looks like you're serious about him." Abigail just laughed and didn't answer.

After another glasses of wine, it was getting late and the people was gradually leaving.

Half an hour later, only Abigail was left, who was still holding the drunken Micah, and sitting on the couch.

She really couldn't carry Micah alone. But if she let other women help her, she would feel uneasy.

Simply, she sat there for a little longer, called her housekeeper at home and asked him to send a bodyguard and driver to come and pick them up.

The bodyguard moved quickly, and after twenty minutes, he found the corresponding private room and carried Micah on his back, as Abigail had explained.

Several people soon went back to the Matthews House.

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Micah was carried back to his room by the bodyguard, and as she went up the stairs, Katelyn, in her pajamas, happened to come downstairs to see it.

She pulled Abigail, who was about to go back to her room, and asked, "What's wrong with Mr. Micah? Why is he so drunk?" Abigail looked tired and replied helplessly, "He insisted on drinking for me but he didn't eat anything. Why not he's not drunk?" RETIN Katelyn compressed her lips as she saw Abigail getting ready to leave again and she spoke up again, "You took him out and he got drunk. Shouldn't you be in his room taking care of him?" Abigail was confused, "Mom, am | your child or not? I've been working all day too, and you don't even care about me. You want me to take care of him?" Katelyn tenderly patted her face, "Of course you're my baby girl but Mr. Micah is a guest in the house for the first time. We, as hosts, should of course take good care of him. Besides, he is still drunk because of you." This was somewhat true, but Abigail was resistant, "He's still my secretary. How can a boss personally comes down to take care of a drunken secretary?" Katelyn laughed, "We're at home now, so there are no boss and secretary. Be a good girl, go to his room and take care of him.

And then wash his face, clean his body, etc. I'm going to make him a bowl of sober tea." Clean his body? "Mom..." Not wanting to give her a chance to make excuses again, Katelyn turned around and went downstairs to the kitchen.

Abigail was speechless.

She sighed and stood in the hallway for a while before finally going into Micah's room.

The bodyguard put Micah on the bed and left. Now, Micah was lying on the bed without even covering his body with a blanket.

She looked up at the window which was open. The curtains were blowing gently and the evening breeze was a little cool.

If she didn't dare touch him, he would be sick tomorrow, right? When she thought about it, she did feel a bit sorry for him.

She walked over to the bed, dragged him laboriously to let him lie down on the pillows.

His body had a strong smell of alcohol, so she really should clean his body.

She thought about it and quickly went to the bathroom to get a basin of hot water and put it on the bedside table with the towels for backup.

Then she sat on the edge of the bed, helped Micah take off his suit jacket, and patiently unbuttoned his shirt one by one.

His delicate and fair skin of the upper body was unfolded in the eyes.

She swallowed and silently told herself that she should not overthink! When she reached the last two buttons, her wrists were held by a pair of hands.

Being confused, Micah looked at his exposed pecs and then at Abigail, "What are you ... doing?" Abigail abruptly withdrew her hands, blushed and shivered, "I | did not do anything. It is not what you think. | do not have any intention of misconduct!" The moment she finished her explanation, she slapped her forehead in chagrin.

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