Drunk and Married to My Best Friend's Brother

Kylie decisively refused the idea of meeting her parents.

She was guilty, and her words were full of loopholes. She insisted that her parents were conservative and had poor blood pressure and heart conditions, so they might not be able to withstand such a big shock. "Let's take it slow. Let me subtly persuade my parents to accept it before I bring you back."

This reaction was pretty much what Colton had anticipated. He remained calm on the surface but seemed particularly keen on teasing Kylie.

"Then should I introduce you to my parents first?" he asked with a smile, and he tapped the sofa armrest with his fingers.

Kylie sat up straight, becoming nervous at his sudden suggestion.

"How about we focus on building our relationship first? After all, besides your name and, well, your profession, I don't know much else about you."

She had originally planned to discuss divorce with Colton, but his unexpectedly quick return from a business trip made the timing feel abrupt.

Colton's smile faded as he lowered his head. "Ask me anything you want to know. I won't hold back."

Kylie misunderstood his sudden lack of a smile as disappointment, which made her even more nervous, causing her to speak her mind. "I just think that now that we're married, you shouldn't be a male prostitute anymore. I don't mean to belittle any profession, but it seems a bit inappropriate. It would be so awkward if I went out with my friend and ran into you entertaining guests, especially since you're my husband."

Her speaking without a filter made the word "husband" slip out before she realized her blunder, prompting her to hurriedly cover her mouth.

Colton's mood lifted visibly.

Seeing Kylie's embarrassment, he went along with what she was saying. "I won't do anything to make you uncomfortable."

He patted Kylie's shoulder gently, as if to reassure her.

Just as Kylie began to relax, she was taken aback by his next comment. "Can we sleep now?"

"What?" Kylie immediately became alert.

Colton had already helped her up and led her towards the bedroom. "As a married couple, it's normal for us to share a bed."

Fortunately, he only meant to sleep. After returning to their bedroom, he lay down on one side and even closed his eyes, and patted his side. His sound was normal. "Goodnight, dear."

Kylie gripped the blanket tightly with both hands, lying nervously on the bed.

Colton suddenly said, "You haven't forgotten what you did to me that night, have you?"

Kylie held her breath.

Colton turned to face her, propping his head with his hand, watching her. "You drank a lot of alcohol..."

"Stop! I remember. You don't have to repeat it. I'm really sleepy now." Kylie was terrified of hearing any embarrassing details, nearly burying half her face in the blanket.

Fortunately, Colton didn't continue. He merely leaned in and kissed her forehead.

Kylie originally intended to pretend to be asleep, but she soon fell into a deep sleep.

After some rustling, Colton returned to the balcony, gazing down at the myriad of lights below, his heart softened.

He mumbled to himself, "Finally getting what I wished for... But it seems like there's still a long way to go."

In the following days, Kylie's life rhythm was completely under Colton's control.

The cleaning staff came to tidy up the room, and the moving company came to pack. She followed Colton to move, completely bewildered.

The new home was in a relatively quiet place, a large penthouse with bright and clean windows, and even the brushed carpet had a soft sheen.

Hearing Colton casually mention that he had bought it a few years ago, Kylie was shocked.

A wave of unease crept into her heart. Colton must have worked so hard to afford such a place, considering a male prostitute would have to scrape by to save that much.

However, over the days they spent together, she adapted to their way of interacting.

He was considerate and gentle, not overly talkative, yet he could mention topics that piqued her interest.

Their interactions were well-balanced, which made Kylie feel comfortable.

Most of the upheaval came from Regina's non-stop nagging calls.

Kylie always scrambled to hide on the balcony, lowering her voice when answering.

Regina was serious. "How's the job search going? When are you coming back for the matchmaking?"

"Mom, I..."

Before Kylie could finish, Regina impatiently interrupted, "I knew you'd try to make excuses again. There's no room for negotiation. Book your ticket for next week. I've arranged everything."

"No, I don't want to go back."

Regina took a deep breath, clearly about to explode.

The sliding door opened, and Colton suddenly stepped in.

"Kylie, should your Lego set go in the living room or the bedroom?"

Oh no! Kylie immediately broke into a cold sweat. Sure enough, the phone fell silent for a few seconds, and Regina's voice suddenly rose. "Who is it? Kylie, why is there a man in your room?"