Chapter 117 Heaton Fudd, You’re Mine.

After Heaton carried Verian up into his car, this woman did not seem to settle down even the slightest bit. “I want booze! Guinnie! Where’s the booze! My damn booze!” When she stumbled, she fell directly into Heaton’s arms. Heaton was slightly stunned. He raised his arm and pulled her closer to him. She was nuzzling up against him, which made him unable to drive his car. After a moment had passed, Verian suddenly looked up with her tiny face and started chuckling at him. “Guinnie, let’s hire a gigolo! I’ve never hired one before!” The corner of the man’s lips started to twitch slightly as his handsome face dimmed! Somehow, Heaton’s heart wrenched as if he had been cheated on! It turned out that she was completely drunk and could not sense even the slightest bit of rage from him. She even rubbed up against his chest while speaking in a coquettish tone, “Is that okay? Let’s both experience it! From what I’ve heard, they’re usually extremely handsome…” Verian pondered about it. E