A Sweet Night The CEO Loves His Wife Ardently

Chapter 14

Looking at Bryson's cold face and his angry gaze, Alma panicked.

"Mr. Bryson, why are you staring at me this way?"

"Miss Alma!"

This was the first time he called her like that to her face, which made Alma elated.

"Mr. Bryson, take a seat, please."

As long as he was willing to sit down, there was a chance for her.

"No, I gotta go." Finishing his sentence, Bryson turned around and was about to leave.

Alma, "......"

She quickly ran forward and grabbed his arm.

"Wait. You just got there. Why are you leaving?"

Bryson looked at her hand that was holding his arm, and said sarcastically,

"Miss Alma, you need to know that I hate two things."

Alma's heart seemed to sink to the bottom, and she got a bad feeling about what he was going to say next.

"And they are..."

"One set me up; two, use my family."

Alma's smile froze. Her face went pale suddenly.

Bryson said word by word, "And you did both."

His words broke her heart.

She trembled, and the hand that was holding his arm also withdrew stiffly.

He dusted his suit in disgust to her face, as if there was something dirty on it.

Then he turned around and left.

Alma stood still there. It took her a long time to come back to herself.

She could not believe that Bryson had turned her down. He shut her right down.

After a while, a waiter walked in.

Before he entered the room, he saw Bryson was leaving.

Seeing Alma standing there, awkward, he asked cautiously, "Miss? Shall I serve now?"

Alma was gloomy, and shouted angrily, "Get out!"

...

As soon as he left the restaurant, Bryson called home and was told that Audrey was in the Cordova Mansion right now.

Just as he hung up, the phone rang again.

It was George Kuhn.

"What's up?" He answered the phone coldly.

"Wow, frosty. Who pissed you off?"

"What do you want?" Bryson's voice was low as if he was about to get outrageous next second.

George then said seriously, "Well, Matthew just came back. We are at the Spring River Hotel now. It's been a long time. Do you wanna come?"

Originally, Bryson wanted to refuse.

"See you there!"

...

The Spring River Hotel. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Bryson walked to a room and just as he pushed the door open, George pulled him in.

"Hey, buddy. Here you are. Come on!"

Taking the wine, Bryson drank it up.

On the sofa sat a handsome and charming man.

He glanced at Bryson when he emptied the glass. James Walker. He seemed smart.

James put on an evil smile, "Easy, man. Come on, get another shot with me!"

Without saying anything, Bryson picked up another glass and drank it up again with James.

George also raised his glass, "Hey, count me in. Cheers!"

Not long after, George got drunk. He fell asleep on the sofa, snoring like a pig.

James kicked him away with a look of disgust.

While George, who was so wasted, knew nothing about James kicking him. He just changed to a more comfortable position, sleeping hard.

James then stopped looking at him and turned to Bryson to have one more glass with him.

Seeing his dark face, James took a sip.

"You seemed distracted. Something wrong?"

Bryson, "Yep."

"Well let me guess, girl trouble?"

Bryson didn't say no, and just drank.

Seeing he remained silent, James shook his head.

"I didn't see this coming. You are always hard to get. You're falling in love?" James asked curiously, "It doesn't seem to go well. Need any help?"

Bryson glanced at him, and said coldly, "No."

James, "......"

He thought to himself, since Bryson hadn't been in a serious relationship before, and now he turned down his help, could he make it?

Bryson asked abruptly, "You're doing business with the Four Seasons Group?"

"Yes. We launched a project. Why?"

"Then pull your money."

"What? It will cost me very big money, you know?"

"You still want that patch in River?"

James's eyes lit up, "Alright, I'll withdraw the funding tomorrow."

"Come see me when you are done."

After saying that, Bryson put the glass on the table, grabbed his suit on the sofa and stood up.

"You're leaving? You haven't told me why you want me to withdraw."

"Gotta go!"

James, "......"

...

The Cordova Mansion.

A black Bentley Mulsanne parked in front of the villa.

Kolby helped Bryson out of the car and they walked toward the villa.

Kylee and Audrey were talking in the living room. They stood up when seeing Kolby bringing Bryson in.

For Kylee, it hurt to see her grandson drunk and stumbling.

"Why is he so drunk?" Kylee looked at Kolby angrily, "Who drank with him? They even didn't know to stop him?"

Kolby was embarrassed.

"He drank with Mr. James and Mr. George."

Audrey frowned slightly.

Didn't he go to dinner with Alma? Why did he drink with them? Could it be that he didn't eat with her?

"Huh, those two brats!" Kylee was a little angry, but she worried about Bryson. She said to Kolby, "Go take him upstairs!"

"Sorry, Madam Cordova. Would you excuse me? Nature calls." Kolby blushed embarrassedly.

"Fine. We'll take care of him."

Kylee alone couldn't do it, so Audrey went forward to help her.

Kylee was old and weak, so it was dangerous for her to go upstairs while carrying Bryson.

So Audrey held him and said to Kylee, "Grandma, let me take care of this. Why don't you tell the chef to prepare some soup for him?"

"Alright. Be careful."

"Don't worry!"

Kylee then went to the kitchen. Audrey helped Bryson upstairs alone.

He was so drunk, so he almost leaned against her completely. She found it a little bit struggling for her.

But given that she had lied to him, Audrey had no choice but to help him back to his room.

Audrey turned on the lights in his room and brought him in.

Finally, she put him on the bed. She pushed him onto the bed and tucked him in. She heaved a sigh of relief.

Then she turned around to leave.

Suddenly, his hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her over.