Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Chapter 1189

As this movie is Aarav's finale, there are very few new actors in it, and most of them are powerhouse old-timers who volunteered to guest star.

So Winnie knows all of these people, and has worked with many of them.

After the opening ceremony, it was inevitable to go to the get-together.

The film's male protagonist called Francis Grant, two years ago with a suspenseful brain-burning theme of the film, sweeping several major film industry, is now the film industry's hottest movie emperor.

At the opening ceremony, he greeted Winnie first: "Ms. Truman, I'm happy to work with you this time, and I hope to be gentle."

Winnie smiled. In the movie, she had a few scenes where she slapped him.

She said, "My pleasure."

In fact, the role of Francis is not very good, and can even be said to be very bad, after the broadcast will certainly attract a lot of scorn.

But he mainly wants to change his path and break through, plus this is Aarav's last film, which has a lot of strong actors, and is opposite Winnie, so it's worth it for him.

At the evening dinner, Winnie and Francis, as the leading man and woman, were the two who were toasted the most, except for Aarav.

Francis was a gentleman and helped Winnie to block a lot of drinks, but some really can't be blocked, so Winnie had to drink it herself.

When the dinner was over, Winnie was dazed and confused, but still sober, while Francis had to be helped by his assistant.

On the way back to the hotel, Winnie pressed her sore temples and saw a pharmacy on the side of the road, so she asked her assistant to buy an antidote, and also bought one for Francis.

The whole crew was staying in the same hotel, and she and Francis were on the first floor.

When she reached the door of the room, Winnie swiped her card to open the door while saying to her assistant, "Just give the antidote to Francis and go back to your room to rest."

The assistant nodded and was just about to say something to her when Winnie had fumbled and closed the door.

In the room, before she could turn on the light, she felt herself falling into an embrace, followed by warm breath gulping in her ear and a low magnetic voice softly ringing, "Francis who."

Winnie's booze instantly sobered her up a few notches and she tilted her head and said, "How do you ......"

Halfway through the conversation, she suddenly remembered that Channing was here to deliver her luggage.

She explained with a headache, "Francis is a colleague of the ...... crew, the male lead."

"You know him well?"

"No, we just met for the first time today."

Channing nibbled on her earlobe, his voice a little harsh: "So you're giving him an antidote?"

Winnie hissed in pain and pushed his chest, but couldn't push it.

She could only answer, "When the crew got together, he blocked a lot of wine for me, so I bought a copy ...... for him."

"Drink as much as you can."

"Quite a lot, I think, and he ended up on the table."

"I said how much you've been drinking."

Winnie didn't answer for a moment, how she always felt that Channing sounded like he was going to ask a question.

She promised him to drink less.

Winnie said: "That's it ...... out of work, some wine is not put off, and did not drink much, that is, the drink to drink, should not drink, a sip did not drink."

Channing added, "What to drink and what not to drink."

This question stumped Winnie.

Her head hurts and she's dizzy now and doesn't want to bother with this train of thought.

In the darkness, Winnie lifted her head and kissed his chin: "Can I go rest for a while, please."

Channing didn't say anything, just hugged her tighter.

A few seconds later, the lights in the room turn on.

Channing withdrew his hand at the same time.

Winnie walked toward the front and collapsed into the couch.

Channing asked her, "Where's your hangover cure."

Winnie's head buried in a cuddle pillow: "It should be at the door."

She was stopped by him when she entered and her things were thrown away somewhere.

Channing's eyes swept around the doorway and eventually bent down by the cabinet to pick up the antidote.

He went into the kitchen and poured a cup of hot water for her.

Winnie laid down for a while and felt like she was just about to fall asleep when she was helped up again and Channing said, "Eat before you sleep."

She reluctantly opened her eyes, took the antidote and hot water, and didn't want to drink half of it: "I can't drink anymore."

Channing looked at the water in the covers, "There's a little left."

"If you drink any more you're going to throw up."

Channing put down his cup, "Still want to take a shower."

Winnie closed her eyes, "Yes."

"I'll help you."

She opened her eyes instantly and her whole body looked much more refreshed: "No, I'll wash myself!"

The little wolf dog has a lot of tricks, and every time you go into the bathroom with him, you can't get out without an hour.

She really doesn't have the strength to toss and turn today.

Looking at her with such a big reaction, Channing lost his smile, "Where do you think you're going?"

Winnie stumbled to her feet, holding onto the couch, and denied the trifecta: "I didn't, I didn't think anything of it, I'm going to take a shower."

After saying that, she quickly went into the bathroom.

The hotel has towels and bathrobes, and she doesn't want to toss things in her suitcase at this point, she just wants to take a quick shower and go to bed.

In the bathroom, Winnie put her hair up, removed her makeup and was going to go under the shower, but somehow went to the bathtub to lie down.

The hot water soaked the skin and soothed all the nerves.

Winnie leaned against the edge of the bathtub, her eyelids blinking effortlessly a few times, still asleep.

Channing waited outside for a while, did not hear the sound of water coming from inside, he flexed his fingers and knocked on the door, no response.

Channing unscrewed the doorknob and took a few steps inside to see Winnie sleeping in the bathtub.

He walked over and crouched down in front of her and laughed silently.

This water is he connected here for her in advance, did not expect it really came in handy.

Channing pulled a towel, covered her, picked her up, dried the water and carried her back to bed, and went to the suitcase to get her pajamas to change into.

Throughout the process, Winnie showed absolutely no sign of waking up.

Finally, Channing's eyes rested on her wrist, his fingers gently rubbing it.

Winnie probably felt a little itchy and moved uncomfortably.

Channing got up and took the wrist brace out of his suitcase and put it on her.

This night, Winnie are very sleepy, especially before going to bed also soaked a hot bath, the next day when you get up, feel the whole person is fresh, no drunken after-effects.

She had just stretched out when she realized that she was wearing her pajamas.

Winnie is quite sure that she fell asleep in the bathtub last night. RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

The pajamas must have been changed for her by Channing.

She slowly sat up and lifted the covers just to get out of bed, when her eyes fell on the wrist guard.

At that moment, the bedroom door opened and Channing said, "I made breakfast."

Winnie raised her eyes to his and looked at him for a long time before she said "Oh", "I'm getting up now."