Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband-Chapter 939 - Youre Drunk

Chapter 939: Chapter 939: You’re Drunk

Chapter 939: Chapter 939: You’re Drunk

Camila Walker was completely panicked, her voice couldn’t help but become sharp, “Let go of me… Aiden Bewell!”

At this moment, in the men’s restroom next door, Clayton Howard was preparing to leave when he heard this shout. His brow furrowed, and he couldn’t help but halt his steps, slightly turning his body to look towards the direction of the women’s restroom.

“Let go of me!” Camila Walker struggled feebly, although half-drunk, half-awake, she clearly knew what Aiden Bewell intended to do to her at this moment.

She didn’t like the approach of men, the closer they got, the more repulsed she became, feeling a deep sense of disgust from her heart, and at the same time, a touch of panic and helplessness!

Clayton Howard walked to the corner spot, and when he saw the scene before him, his eyes grew sharp, and a surge of rage erupted in his chest!

Overcome by his infatuation, Aiden Bewell found it difficult to control himself. Just as he was about to kiss her red lips, an unknown force suddenly yanked him to Thousand Miles Away, his balance gone, his body seemed to fly into the air, crashing against the wall, then falling heavily to the ground level.

The pressure on her was suddenly released, and Camila Walker immediately found relief, but somewhat drunk as she was, without Aiden Bewell’s body to support her, she also became unsteady, fortunately, Clayton Howard was there to catch her in time!

She looked at Aiden Bewell, who had fallen to the ground, and for a moment, she was still unable to grasp what had just happened.

Not until she raised her head and saw that blurry figure did she feel slightly startled.

Why was it Clayton Howard again? It looked like she really was drunk, to the point where she could mistake anyone for him!

Seeing her staggering unsteadily, Clayton Howard furrowed his handsome brows. How could she drink herself into this state?

At this time, Aiden Bewell, who had been thrown to the ground, also got up. The fall seemed to have awakened his senses.

He rose with some pain, glanced at the two before him, and realized he had just lost himself, actually attempting such an act on her…

And why was this Mr. Howard here?

Aiden Bewell couldn’t afford to concern himself with too much but instead looked somewhat apologetically at the half-drunk, half-awake Camila Walker, “Camila, I’m sorry, I just now…”

He was truly too infatuated with her, never before had he been so besotted with a woman to the point of losing control.

Camila Walker glanced at him, then at Clayton Howard before her. The several glasses of wine she had just now drank rushed to her head, blurring her consciousness a bit more.

With drunk, blurry eyes, she gazed at Clayton Howard, paying no heed to Aiden Bewell’s words.

Instead, she extended a finger, giggling foolishly at Clayton Howard, “Why is it you again… how come you are here…”

Looking at her now cloudy consciousness, Clayton Howard’s brows deeply furrowed. She came to have dinner with this Aiden Bewell, and she was so careless as to get drunk like this?

Did she not have any sense of precaution?

“You’re drunk,” he raised his hand to take her pointed finger, and worried she might fall, he steadied her again.

“Drunk? Me?” Camila Walker’s eyes widened, her consciousness half-drunk, half-awake, she pointed at herself, then started to giggle again, “I am not drunk… I have a very good alcohol tolerance!”

She somewhat resisted the constraint, shaking off Clayton Howard’s support and attempting to turn away.

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Aiden Bewell was worried and wanted to step forward but was stopped by a look from Clayton Howard.

“I don’t care what your relationship with her is, nor that you are the Second Young Master of the Bewell Group. If you take advantage of her while she is not fully aware and do anything she is unwilling to do, I’ll make sure your death is very ugly.”