Virginity in second marriages by Angela
Chapter 1313 -Let me hold you for a while.

Anna, after receiving his look, probably knew that Matteo understood what he meant, and at this point Giancarlo came back to her, "What is the girl whispering to you? Come, come, Matteo let's keep drinking."

"Yes uncle."

Matteo lifted his glass and clinked it with Giancarlo's again.

One glass, two glasses, three glasses .......

Anna watched a little anxiously as the minutes ticked by, but neither man had any intention of stopping yet.

She had already talked it over with Matteo, had she not understood what he was saying? That's impossible, he's so smart he could have guessed it himself without her saying anything. What was his reason for doing that?

Just as Anna was about to say something, Matteo showed his drunkenness, but his hand was still steady as he held his glass on the table and smiled a little apologetically at Giancarlo. "Sorry Uncle, a little out of it."

Hearing this, Giancarlo was immediately delighted and patted his lap, "You're drunk so early, huh? You're not much of a drinker, are you? That's how much you drank!"

As Amelia listened, she gave Giancarlo a little squeeze, and Giancarlo knew what she meant, but he was still happy with the moment.

"You really can't drink anymore? I'm starting to get hot here, I'm not drinking anymore!"

Giancarlo had actually drunk almost as much as he knew he could not drink too much, but once something had started, he was too embarrassed to shout to stop until his opponent was defeated, so he had to keep stagnating.

If Matteo had gone down, he would have gained face and no longer had to drink, so it was the best of both worlds.

So Giancarlo seemed to be shouting at Matteo to continue drinking with him, but in his mind he was thinking, "Go down, I won't have to drink if you go down."

And Matteo did what he wanted, propping his forehead with one hand, "I'm sorry, Uncle, I just don't feel like it."

Giancarlo: "How can that be? How long have you been drinking, you ......"

"Are you coming?" Amelia gave Giancarlo another squeeze, this time with a little more force, and gave Giancarlo a stern look, complaining, "Can you act like an old man? He said he couldn't handle the wine and you still let him drink?"

"Cough......" Giancarlo coughed slightly and waved his hand, "Well, since Matteo is unable to drink, then we won't drink anymore, Anna girl, give your boy some sober soup and help him rest. "

Anna heaved a huge sigh of relief and hurried to bring the soup to Matteo's side, "Have some first, then I'll help you rest."

Matthew took a few sips, then Anna helped him rest.

Once they were gone, Giancarlo, who had been holding his own at this point, finally let go of the glass and then slumped helplessly on the table, sighing, "Anna's boyfriend ...... doesn't hold his liquor very well." Amelia could not stop herself from rolling her eyes and said disgustedly, "He doesn't, and he's young, so what good will it do you to drink it? He's our future son-in-law, if that's possible!"

Giancarlo leaned over the table, without moving, and said, "You don't understand, I'm testing him."

"Testing? Testing what?"

"To test his true feelings for our Anna."

Amelia was even more speechless when she heard this, "Testing his heart? You are really good at testing your heart with your drink."

"You don't understand, I'm not going to explain it to you!" Giancarlo, who was already a little drunk, began to act like a child, and Amelia had no choice but to persuade him to drink sober soup. I'm such a good drinker that I don't need it.

Take it away, I won't drink it."

"No? I made this soup to sober you up, if you don't drink it I'll tear you apart."

Giancarlo: "......"

On the other hand, Anna helped Matteo toward his room, and it was only when he entered the room and saw his girlish bed that Anna's mind babbled in reaction.

She had taken him to her room, when they had a guest room, she could have taken him to the guest room.

As Anna hesitated to change course halfway, Matthew was already lying on the bed with her help.

Anna:

Okay, this is not the way to change lanes.

After Matteo lay down, he raised his hand with his eyes closed and clutched his temples, his forehead slightly furrowed in what looked like pain.

"Are you okay?" Anna had been embarrassed, but when she saw him like this, all that embarrassment disappeared and she quickly sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at Matthew nervously. Suddenly something occurred to her, she stood up and said, "Wait a minute."

Then she ran to the bathroom, washed and dried a towel and returned to wipe Matteo's sweat.

Matthew had drunk a lot of wine, but he could still hold his liquor, but it was inevitable that he would feel uncomfortable when he drank too much. When he felt something cold rubbing his forehead, Matteo opened his eyes and his pale eyes saw his girlfriend wiping his forehead and cheeks with an intense and serious look on her face.

Seeing him open his eyes, Anna could not help but say, "Why don't you listen to me?

Wouldn't it have been better if you had admitted defeat earlier? You had to drink like that, didn't you feel sick? Why don't I go cook something to sober you up?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his hand was taken by Matthew.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Matteo's thin lips were tightened and he said lightly. Indeed, there was a reason why he did not concede defeat so soon.

So, judging by Giancarlo's look behind him, he should have succeeded.

It was best not to talk about such things to the young girl.

Matthew took the towel from her hands, then with a push in his hand, Anna's body bent forward, followed by an arm that wrapped around her, holding her firmly in place.

Anna then fell directly onto Matthew's body.

"Uh......"

Anna unconsciously tried to struggle, after all, she was in her house, and her parents were there, and she had not closed the door when she helped him in, what if Amelia came in later because she was worried and saw this scene?

That would be very embarrassing.

As Anna pushed and struggled, Matthew tightened his grip and gently rested his chin on Anna's head, the sweet scent of a young girl lingering between his nostrils.

"Don't move, let me hold you for a while."

His voice was rough, but it was heavy on Anna's heart.