Betrayed by Fiance, Embraced by Hidden Tycoon-Chapter 214: Wedding Night (1)

However, Abigail’s hope crumbled when she noticed the teasing smile curling on Sawyer’s lips and the mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

Her heart raced as she struggled to maintain her composure while meeting his gaze.

Seeing his face draw closer, stopping just an inch away from hers—too close to ignore the scent of wine on his breath—she felt a rush of anxiety.

"Abby, I want you now—"

Abigail tried to push his words aside and asked, "Sawyer, have you been drinking?"

Sawyer smiled and nodded. "Hmm, yeah. I only took a few sips of wine while I waited for you. Hey, I got an idea. Let’s drink wine together. I have an old bottle in my collection for this happy moment... You like wine, right?" He stood up from the sofa and waited for her response.

Abigail managed a smile, not wanting to stop him. She couldn’t deny she needed a drink to help calm her mind and heart.

She struggled to steady her racing heart as she watched him walk toward the minibar in the corner.

Abigail must admit, he looks even sexier now.

Later, Sawyer returned with two glasses of red wine in his hands. She accepted the glass from him.

"Thank you," she said, staring at the wine in her hand without a sip. She didn’t enjoy drinking alcohol and had only tried wine a few times before.

After sipping his wine, Sawyer raised an eyebrow slightly. Noticing that Abigail wasn’t drinking, he looked at her glass silently.

Sawyer gently squeezed her hand to get her attention; he could see the worry flashing in her eyes.

He started to guess what was bothering her. "Wife, is there something really bugging your mind? Or you just don’t like wine?"

"No, nothing is bugging my mind. I just thought maybe now is not the right time for a glass of wine," she replied. I’m not refusing to drink this wine. But I worry that if I drink it, I will feel a little tipsy..." She smiled.

Sawyer chuckled, finding her adorably cute at that moment. "Don’t worry, my wife. This wine isn’t too strong. A few glasses of this wine won’t make you drunk, let alone a glass; it will just help you relax and warm you up."

Abigail nodded nervously and took a sip, finishing half the glass. Instantly, she felt a sweetness and warmth flowing inside her. Although the taste wasn’t her favorite, it was surprisingly pleasant, and she began feeling more relaxed.

Sawyer’s eyes never left Abigail; he worried she might get drunk after drinking half of her wine. However, she seemed fine, and the only noticeable change was her flushed cheeks, which relieved him.

"I could see my little wife was perfectly fine after drinking half a glass. Go ahead, finish your wine, my dear..." Sawyer’s smile grew wider when he noticed the surprise in her eyes at his words.

He placed his empty glass on the table, slipped his hand behind her, and pulled her to sit on his lap.

Abigail was stunned. She held her glass tightly, worried that it might spill, and shot him a scolding look but only a few seconds, as her heartbeat started to race again with their intimacy.

"Why do you look so shy and surprised? We are husband and wife now... Abby," Sawyer said as he leaned closer to kiss her slightly open lips, savoring the taste of wine that warmed him up.

He pulled his head back slightly from her so he could see her expression more clearly. "You taste so sweet, my little wife."

Abigail avoided his gaze and looked at her wine, but she was surprised when she felt Sawyer place his hand on her chin, making her look him in the eyes.

"And you look so cute with your cheeks flushed. Do you feel the same as I do? Do you want to go to bed now?" He continues. As he admired her eyelashes, his hand traveled to caress her red, inviting lips. "But before we sleep, you should finish your wine, dear..."

"I can’t drink much wine, Sawyer. Half a glass is enough for me. I already feel warm and relaxed... I don’t want to get drunk, at least not right now."

Abigail politely refused. She knew that if she drank more than half a glass of wine, she would risk passing out.

Sawyer chuckled at her refusal. "It’s fine, Abby. I just wanted to see you drunk. My little wife would look adorable in that state, right?" He imagined his beautiful wife in a drunken haze.

She silently sighed, "If I drink a full glass of wine, I will pass out. Can we please just go to sleep now? You need to drive tomorrow." She tried to stand up, but Sawyer gently held her waist, stopping her from leaving his lap.

Sawyer laughed softly.

This was the first time he had met a woman who fainted after drinking a glass of wine. He wondered if she were telling the truth or just trying to refuse him, afraid she would be tipsy on their wedding night.

"Abby, please believe me. You won’t pass out. Besides, it would be a waste not to finish this—it’s an old wine from my precious collection. I deliberately opened it now to celebrate our wedding."

Abigail was stunned, but she still felt uneasy. "Sawyer, are you sure you want me to finish this?" she asked hesitantly.

"Don’t worry, this has less alcohol. You will be fine..." He urged her to empty her glass.

Abigail turned her gaze back to the wine glass, feeling guilty about wasting expensive wine. "Alright—" she whispered as she took the glass.

’God, please let me stay sober. I don’t want to miss our wedding night,’ Abigail prayed as she lifted the glass to her lips and emptied it instantly.

A few moments later, she felt perfectly sober, realizing God had granted her wish.

’Oh God, thank you...’ she smiled at Sawyer, but her smile faded as she felt all her muscles betray her.

’Damn it! I passed out!!’