Bumpkin’s Rich Handsome Husband novel Chapter 995

Hendrey frowned deeply as his gentle expression disappeared. "Back then, you kept saying you wanted to marry me and were so proactive. Now you're pretending like you don't know me? Miss Lamia, do you think I, Hendrey Johnson, am the one who has bad intentions toward you?"

He preemptively struck first.

When they were drinking together, Lamia's words and drunken behavior made it clear that she had feelings for him, which was why he was so proactive toward her.

"I-I-I…"

Lamia was embarrassed and bit her lip, carefully trying to remember what had happened, but her head hurt too much and she couldn't recall anything.

"I'm sorry, I-I can't remember anything."

"Hmph, I thought you were deeply in love with me, but it turns out you're such a woman." His face darkened, and he picked up his phone from the table and dialed a number. "I've already called the police. Miss Lamia, you may report me to the authorities. I, Hendrey Johnson, am willing to take responsibility."

"Oh, um..."

Lamia was stunned, but before she knew what to do, the police officer on the other end of the phone had already started speaking. Her heart raced, and she immediately hung up the phone.

"No, no, no, I didn't mean that."

She threw the phone aside and clenched her teeth. Biting her lip, she said, "It's just that… I didn't expect myself to act so recklessly when I was drunk."

Feeling embarrassed, she covered her face with her hands. "What did I do at that time?"

"Oh, but I r-really didn't mean it," Lamia said, sensing that Hendrey was angry. In a fit of desperation, she pulled him closer and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him on the lips.

As Hendrey's muscular chest came into contact with her soft mounds, the combination of cold and heat in the room created an intense sensation, and romance seemed to fill the air.

Lamia had never been so intimate with anyone before, and even the kiss felt clumsy. But after kissing for a while, Hendrey remained unmoved. Lamia eventually released him, pouted, and apologized. "Can you not be angry with me? It's my fault. I shouldn't have said those things to you."

She lowered her head, realizing that she had lost control of herself, and wrapped herself tightly with the blanket. "I'm not good at drinking, and I didn't expect to get drunk and confess to you, and e-even touch you inappropriately. It's all my fault."

Hendrey's plan had succeeded, and a faint smile appeared on his lips before disappearing again. "It's my fault. I couldn't control myself when I was drunk."

He sat on the edge of the bed and spoke in a calm tone. "I'll give you an hour to think about it. If you change your mind, you can call the police anytime and hold me responsible. I will never shirk my responsibilities."