Falling For My Contractual Wife
Chapter 482

In front of Brian, Noca picked up the clothes and sniffed them gently. Her attractive eyes blinked at him seductively. "It smells good. It smells like you." Brian gulped and frowned.

Nova stopped smiling and closed her eyes. She covered her body with her coat and closed her eyes.

"Address," he asked in a dry voice.

Nova said, "Outer Banks 1."

Brian started the car and drove all the way to her apartment building.

He glanced sideways at her. She seemed to be asleep, her breathing steady. He stopped the car very steadily and slowly. When he stopped, he looked sideways at her profile. "We're here." Nova slowly opened her eyes. Her eyelids seemed to be very heavy and she could not open them. "Are we here? Thank you..."

She opened the door and staggered out of the car.

Brian frowned. He quickly got out of the car and grabbed her arm. "Be careful!"

Nova looked at him innocently. Her cheeks were slightly red, and her body involuntarily leaned against him.

His voice was hoarse. "I'll send you up. Which building and floor are you staying at?"

Nova leaned against him with all the strength in her body and vaguely said her room number.

Her body was so soft. Brian's thoughts were a little chaotic. For some reason, when she leaned against him, Grace's face would involuntarily appear in his mind.

Even if he closed his eyes, he would have the illusion that the woman in front of him was Grace.

He took a deep breath and secretly collected his thoughts. "Which floor?"

She rested her head on his shoulder and exhaled. "Eighteen..."

The time in the elevator was extremely torturous.

When they finally reached the door, Nova raised her hand weakly and looked at Brian innocently and pitifully. She said coquettishly, "I can't lift it..." Brian's heart felt like it had been hit by something.

His throat rolled up and down as he took her hand and placed it on the fingerprint lock.

The door opened and he helped her into the room.

Turning on the lights, the room was decorated with a refreshing wood style. It was warm and elegant.

He looked at the ornaments on the table and the hangings on the wall. Everything seemed so familiar. This style was too similar to Grace's.

He stood rooted to the ground in a daze. Nova leaned against him and lowered her head. Her eyes were clear.

She had long sobered up.

Seeing

the was in a daze, she

hugged his shoulder softly and. said

weakly,

"Brian... Hold me... I'm going

swho?

to fall."

Brian's groin tightened when he heard her soft voice.

His voice was hoarse as he asked, "Who allowed you to call me by my name?"

Nova looked at him with hazy eyes and smiled. "I like to call you that."

He narrowed his eyes. "You flatter me. Your liking is too cheap!"

Nova pouted her tender lips and looked at him. Her watery eyes seemed to be accusing him. "How is it cheap? I like to call you that What's wrong? Can't I like you?"

Brian took a deep breath and asked stiffly, "You're drunk. Where's the bedroom?"

Nova raised her hand and pointed at a door.

Brian simply carried her horizontally and walked to the bedroom.

Nova hooked her arms around his neck and smiled at him. He placed her on the bed, but she still hooked her arms around his neck and refused to let go.

She exerted a little force, and they got instantly closer.

He seemed to be possessed and forgot to resist for a moment.

She curled her lips slightly and breathed into his mouth. "Brian, I like you."