Chapter 19

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Chapter 19 As soon as Wilson said that, he leisurely unbuttoned the collar of his shirt. A seemingly ordinary action looked exceptionally sexy and enticing when he did it.

“You did this. How are you going to take responsibility?”

Looking at the large bite mark on his collarbone, Yvette bit her lip and blinked her eyes somewhat guiltily.

Did she really bite him? Why couldn’t she remember anything?

“What’s wrong?” Wilson’s deep and casual voice sounded again. “You don’t want to take responsibility?”

Yvette tilted her head, seriously considering it for a moment She didn’t mind taking responsibility for him because of his looks. After all, she had money and could afford to support him Taking some responsibility wouldn’t be a big deal.

Wilson didn’t know what she was thinking Seeing that she had her head bowed and remained silent for a long time, he didn’t continue on the topic. Instead, he raised his hand and gently rubbed her head.

“Alright, I won’t tease you anymore. Drink the hangover soup, then come downstairs for breakfast,” he said gently.

Wette didn’t mind his touch. She lifted her eyes to look at him. “You don’t want me to take responsibility anymore?”

Wilson smiled faintly, making him look extremely sexy “That can be discussed later. Let’s go downstairs for breakfast first.”

He would make her willingly take responsibility one day.

After Yvette finished washing up, she leisurely walked downstairs, where she saw various breakfast dishes laid out on the table.

The bottle of milk was the same brand she had last night.

Wilson even remembered this small detail.

“I didn’t know what you liked to eat, so that the kitchen prepare a little bit of everything Listening to his explanation, Yvette felt a strange tingling sensation in her heart, but it was too fast for her to even recognize what that feeling was.

“Thank you.” After expressing her gratitude, Yvette sat down and started to eat breakfast slowly.

Wilson’s tender and indulgent gaze fell on her as he silently noted down what she liked to eat.

When Yvette had eaten enough and was about to leave, Wilson spoke again. “I’ve had your motorcycle repaired and sent over.

It’s parked in the yard. You can take it whenever you want.”

Yvette nodded. “Okay.”

“Aren’t you going to say something nice to thank me?”

Yvette lowered her eyes and thought seriously for a moment, then squeezed out a sentence. “You’re really a good friend.”

Wilson chuckled and looked at her intensely. “Don’t friendzone me like that.”

He didn’t want to be seen as a good friend.

Moreover, he had never harbored any good intentions toward her. He always had secret motives against her, so he couldn’t bear her saying he was a good friend.