Chapter 870


    Chapter 870 Be My Antialcoholism Medicine


    The brightly lit city was a blur as the luxury car zoomed past, heading quickly towards the hotel. J


    felt dizzy and rested against Brandon’s chest. She felt ufortable and massaged her eyes.


    “My head hurts. They made me drink a lot…” She pressed her cheek against Brandon’s neck and then


    she lifted her hand to rub his earlobe.


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    Brandon’s eyes went dark. The choking alcohol smell from J made him feel uneasy, but there was


    nothing he could do about it.


    J was so drunk she was acting without thinking. From time to time, she whispered sweet nothings


    in his ear and the smell of alcohol in her breath enveloped him. “Let me tell you a secret. My husband


    has a powerful business empire in Barnes and Seacisco, also, he’s the best to me…” J began to


    move restlessly in his arms before shepleted her statement.


    Brandon urged her, ying with her long curly hair, “Continue.” He was obviously enjoying this. A soft


    expression formed on his face, and the smile at the corners of his mouth was enchanting.


    J seemed to understand what he meant. She pressed closer to his ear and kept babbling away


    about her husband. With patience, the man listened. His eyes were kind, and his smile reached his


    eyes even deeper.


    Perhaps it was that being drunk came with mood swings. J suddenly began to sob. Tears trickled


    down her in a rush andnded on the back of his hand. Brandon wiped her tears and asked lowly, “Do


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    It was indeed an awful night; however, J felt healed at the sound of Brandon’s voice. Finally, she


    slowly fell into a deep sleep in his arms. They had gotten to the hotel by the time J woke up again.


    Brandon helped her out of the car.


    By the time they got into the elevator, J’s feet were frail as though she was a piece of driftwood in


    the sea. She clutched unto the man by her and for a second, she met his slightly chilly eyes. She


    panicked all of a sudden and didn’t know where to turn her eyes to. But a few momentster, she


    realized the handsome man before her was her husband and J smiled. Completely oblivious to the


    watchful eyes around, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.


    Watching J cry andugh, Brandon simply stretched out his hand to touch her forehead. She had a


    normal b*ody temperature, and there was no fever. It seemed she was just drunk. Not wanting anyone


    to see J in her drunken state, Brandon purposefully stood in front of her and pressed her into the


    corner of the elevator.


    J kissed his adam’s apple and neck, her vision blurry. She went on to ce her hand on his lower


    b*ody and asked innocently, “Why is it bulging?”


    Brandon went stiff and grabbed her restless hand. His sharp eyes then grazed behind him as he turned


    his head, causing everyone to shiver. Immediately, the other men in the elevator turned away from


    J and touched their noses awkwardly.


    The elevator finally got to their floor. With J in his arms, Brandon stepped out of the elevator. He


    had told Sean to investigate J’s whereabouts, so he knew the room she was in.


    The doctor was waiting for them in the room already. He was ready to draw J’s blood and have it


    tested. J hazily watched the doctor approach her with a needle in his hand.


    “I don’t want it! I don’t want the injection!” She hurried back in fear and stepped to hide behind Brandon


    like a preschool girl.


    Brandonforted her. “It’s okay. We need to do the blood test to be able to tell what they put in your


    wine.” While covering her eyes with one hand to stop her being frightened by the needle, he held her in


    the other and gave her wrist to the doctor.


    The doctor finished the test and came to a conclusion quickly. J had been given a high


    concentration of alcohol and other illicit drugs in her drinks. The doctor prescribed some medicine that


    would alleviate J’s drunken state and told Brandon to give her a lot of water to help discharge the


    drug out of her system as quickly as possible. 2


    Immediately after the doctor left, Brandon headed to the mini fridge in the room and got out a bottle of


    water. He wanted to give J the medicine. J’s face scrunched up the moment the white pill was


    ced in her mouth and she spat it out. “I’m not going to take it. It’s too bitter!” She theny on the bed


    like a wayward child, ready to sleep.


    Brandon was at a loss on what to do. He then ced the pill in his mouth and took a sip of water. He


    then pressed J on the bed and pinched her cheeks. He kissed her on the lips and in that way, fed


    the pill into her mouth.


    J let out a moan and skillfully wrapped her legs around Brandon’s waist. She gave him a wink and


    unbuttoned his belt. “I feel awful. The medicine is terribly bitter and I don’t feel like taking it. How about


    you be my medicine?”