Falling for My Contractual Wife

Carson let out a sigh. "It's all just what you've thrown up from your stomach, so go ahead and drink up."

He settled her into the passenger seat and secured her before making his way to the driver's side. "Where's your key?" Vivian, already dozing off in her chair with her eyes closed, was oblivious to Carson's words.

Carson hesitated for a long time, finally reaching into her pockets to search for the keys. He found nothing but a cell phone. With no way to take her home and no room at Grace's place, head no choice but to bring her to his apartment.

Carrying a person who was utterly plastered was truly a strenuous task, and Vivian, being uncooperative, kept fidgeting in

his arms.

It took Carson quite a bit of effort to finally lay her down on the bed..

Exhausted, he sat down beside the bed and took a large gulp from the bottle of mineral water on the bedside table.

After a while, a soft body suddenly pressed against his back.

Carson's body stiffened abruptly.

Vivian rubbed against his back and murmured, "Don't leave... I like you."

The last few words were mumbled, but Carson still made out that she was calling Justin's name.

She must have gone to the bar to drink after an argument with Justin.

Carson turned around, removing her hand from himself, and said stiffly, "I'm not Justin. I'm Carson."

Vivian was now automatically blocking out all external sounds, immersed in her own world, and couldn't hear a word he said. "I can be whatever you want me to be, as long as you're willing to try to accept me..."

As soon as Carson removed her hand, she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing them very close together. She was looking at him with her eyes open, but her mind couldn't discern who she was seeing. Carson's throat involuntarily rolled, and his cheeks began to slowly warm up, becoming hot and flushed. "You're drunk. You should talk to Justin in person tomorrow!"

Feeling the person in front of her about to leave, she hurriedly hooked her arm around him. "Don't... don't go. Do you really not want to see me? Are you in such a hurry to leave to find Grace?" Carson's voice took on a slight change, hoarse as he said, "You've mistaken me for Justin."

He stood up firmly, but to his surprise, Vivian wrapped her legs around him and locked her arms tightly around his arm.

The scene was that of Vivian clinging to him like an octopus.

This ambiguous action caused a sudden surge of desire in Carson's brain. "Vivian, get down!"

Instead of listening to him, Vivian buried her head into the crook of his neck. "Don't make me leave!"

Her voice carried a hint of a sob, soft and mellow, like a feather constantly fluttering against his heart.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

It fluttered so much that he felt a bit disconcerted.

She was hanging on him, and he couldn't just push her off for fear of hurting her, so he had no choice but to lay her on the

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bed.

As a result, he was pulled down onto the bed by Vivian, who kept squirming against his chest.

Carson's lower abdomen tightened, and he spoke sternly, "Vivian! You better stop right now!"

Hearing the serious tone, she became quite upset, like a frenzied kitten, grabbing his shoulders and biting down hard.

Carson gasped, clutching the back of her neck, enduring the pain.

But she seemed to have developed a taste for biting, moving from one spot to another after each bite. Unable to bear it any longer, Carson pinched her chin. "Did you have enough biting? Be careful, or I'll bite you until you cry!"

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