Charming Mommy of adorable triplets Chapter 1027

Chapter 1027

Robbin helped at the grilling station while Blake was bartending for the guests. Maisie sat on the bench and stared

into the night scene in the distance, holding a glass of red wine in her hand.

Nolan found her after entertaining the guests. He walked toward her and sat down right next to her.

Maisie leaned on his shoulder and gave off a slightly drunken smile. “Cherie and Dad would be very happy too if

they were both here, wouldn’t they?” Nolan hugged her by her shoulders, lowered his head, and kissed the top of

her head. “Yeah, they definitely would.” “Nolan Goldmann, l’ m very happy.” She held his hand and interlocked both

their fingers. “I don’t regret meeting you.”

Nolan looked down at the person in his arms, who had blushing cheeks, and chuckled. “Zee, you’re drunk.” She sat

up and frowned. “Since when am I drunk? I’m not!”

With a soft giggle, he took her into his arms again. “Okay, you’re not drunk.”

Maisie looked up at him and brushed her finger over the bridge of his handsome nose and thin lips. Nobody knew if

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the night sky was too charming or the wine was too intoxicating, but Maisie actually leaned forward to kiss him.

Nolan held the back of her head, and his lips were tightly pressed against hers. Both of them only separated from

each other when they were both out of breath. “I’d lose control if you were to continue to stare at me with those

eyes.” Nolan pinched her chin and stared

straight at her.

Maisie’s eyes turned into two curved lines, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself closer to

his ear. “I want to go

back to our room already.”

Nolan raised his eyebrows. “What are we going to do when we get back to our room?”

Her gaze looked a little hazy. “Whatever you want.”

Nolan picked her up in a princess carry, and Louis asked when he saw the two of them leave the party, “What

happened to Zee?”

Nolan looked down at her. “She’s drunk.”

The moment Nolan carried her back to the guest room and put her down on the big soft bed, Maisie undid his tie,

pulled it off him, and rolled over to trap him under her crotch.

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The next day…



When Maisie woke up, she did not know how intense the hangover was-the only thing she felt was a splitting

headache.

Nolan opened the curtains, and a beam of sunlight shone on the bed.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, raised her hand to block the beam, and wanted to speak, but her throat was

extremely dry

He pulled the window screen down and noticed a slight movement behind him, so he turned around and glanced at

Maisie. ‘You’ve woken up.”

Maisie responded softly, “I’m thirsty.”

Nolan poured her a glass of water, picked her up, and smirked at her. “That’s the consequences of overdrinking.”

Maisie took the glass from him and drank all the water in it. She was almost fully awakened after that. She then

thought of something and looked up at Nolan. “How did I get back here last night?”

Nolan put the empty glass on the bedside table and squinted slightly. “You actually don’t remember a thing?”

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Maisie tried her best to recall what had happened last night, and some fragmentary memories returned to her. She

then saw the marks on Nolan’s neck and chest, and her cheeks flushed instantly.

‘I actually forced Nolan into sleeping with me!’

Nolan pinched her chin with his fingertips and leaned over to approach her. “You climbed all over me several times

last night.”

Maisie flicked his hand away and quickly got back under the blanket. “I must’ve drank too much!” Nolan smiled,

lifted the blanket, got right above her, and trapped her under his chest, leaving her with nowhere to escape.” You’re

really a sc*mbag, Zee. You’ve done everything you did to me last night, and you’re now refusing to admit it.” She

was ashamed. “I didn’t…” She felt extremely guilty when she said that.

Nolan’s smile intensified. “Oh really, look at the mess that you’ve left on my body. Can you tell me which of them

didn’t come from you?”



“Nolan, stop it!” She buried her face into the pillow.

I’m 29 this year, and I’m about to turn 30 this year. Will I be considered to be a lustful woman from today onward?

“But it’s obviously the alcohol’s fault!’