I am the white moonlight of the tyrant

Chapter 1629 1631, 66 more

Hathaway hurriedly pulled the quilt to cover her head.

George also blushed, and hurried into the bathroom.

Hathaway heard the sound of his bare feet stepping on the floor, and the sound of him running into the bathroom, closing the door, and calling Shirley again.

"Mommy, Hathaway was too drunk last night and just woke up. I'm going to take her to have some breakfast and then take her home together."

"Okay, don't worry, she is very good."

"No, her classmates have all gone home, um, ok."

George was very patient and polite on the phone with Shirley.

Hathaway listened in bed, blushing and dying of shame.

It's not that she has no memory of what happened last night, it's just that it's a little vague and not so clear. Looking back now, she feels more and more difficult to face.

She looked around, but couldn't find her own clothes, bit her lips lightly, thinking about what to do?
The bathroom door was opened again.

George came out from the inside and saw Hathaway slipped under the quilt again, pulling the quilt to cover her face, revealing only a pair of big shining eyes on top of her black head, looking at him shyly and expectantly.

George's heart melted, and he sat beside her bed and asked with utmost tenderness, "Does it still hurt?"

Hathaway nodded: "A little bit."

George took a deep look at her and hugged her tightly again.

The two warmed each other, neither of them spoke, but felt that there was infinite sweetness flowing back and forth on each other's apex.

The doorbell rang.

George said, "I'll pick up the clothes I asked people to buy."

He walked to the door, took three big bags and came in. After looking at them, he gave Hathaway the women's clothes and kept the men's clothes for himself, and said: "There is a room next door to wash, I'll go there .Can you do it yourself? Would you like me to help you?"

He didn't know how much pain she would have.

But she cried last night, and it's true.

Those teardrops were the most beautiful pearls George had ever seen in his life.

Hathaway blushed: "I can. You go to the next door."

George smiled and knew that she was shy, so he said, "Okay, call me if you need help."

Hathaway: "Yeah."

Two 10 minutes later.

Hathaway and George packed themselves up and came to the living room.

The clothes they changed yesterday have been thrown into the trash can.

George was sitting on the sofa in the living room. When he saw her open the door, his eyes were fixed on her walking posture. Seeing that she was walking slowly, he guessed that maybe she was still not feeling well.

He had already called to order dinner, and with Hathaway, the two had a sweet breakfast. Regarding what happened last night, they were tacitly aware of it, but they took care of each other's thin skins, and no one mentioned it.

After breakfast, George took her home.

Shi Yi and his wife could vaguely guess, but they didn't care too much about it. After all, Hathaway was also an adult, and they were also a legal couple.

Seeing the two of them coming back, Shi Yi and his wife both smiled, and Shi Yi asked George, "How did you keep the secrets so good? You didn't even tell us?"

Last night, many friends called Shi Yi, all envious of him, boasting that he would find a son-in-law.

Shi Yi felt that Bei'er had face and was in a particularly happy mood.

George's clear face was stained with a faint smile, and he said humbly: "I'm just afraid that if you find out, if you leak a little bit of emotion, it won't have the effect of surprise. In fact, I didn't hide it on purpose. And please don't mind, Mommy and Dad."

(End of this chapter)