Chapter 677:
“Is Lucas asleep?” Herbert asked, glancing inside the room.
“Yes,” I nodded, closing the door behind me.
“Let me have a look at him,” Herbert said, trying to push the door open.
I reached out and grabbed his arm.
“Don’t go in and wake him up. He has to go to kindergarten tomorrow!”
Herbert nodded and gave up the idea of going inside. Only then did I realize that my hand was still holding onto his arm. I quickly released it, but I couldn’t help noticing the strong smell of alcohol wafting from him. I frowned slightly.
“Why did you drink so much?” I asked.
“I had to attend a social event,” Herbert answered, his gaze fixed on me. His eyes were soft, like the moonlight tonight…
Herbert’s POV:
At this moment, Bella was so beautiful.
Here is the corrected version of the passage, maintaining the original plot and tone:
Her long hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders, and she was wearing a white man’s shirt. Two buttons on her chest were unbuttoned, revealing her soft skin. Although the shirt was oversized, her slender, white legs were still visible.
Bella’s face turned slightly red.
“It’s getting late. I’m going to rest,” she said.
With that, she quickly turned around and hurried up the stairs.
As she ascended, she grabbed the hem of her shirt. Was that shirt mine?
Bella walked swiftly into her bedroom. Just as she was about to close the door, I reached out and pressed the door handle.
“It’s getting late. Go get some rest,” I said, my voice softer now.
She seemed a bit nervous, even a little scared. It made her all the more endearing.
The alcohol had started to cloud my mind. I chuckled and teasingly spoke, “Shouldn’t you have asked me first if you were going to wear my shirt?”
In truth, I didn’t care about the shirt itself. I just wanted to stay close to her, to be near her for a little longer.
“I’ll return it after I buy my pajamas tomorrow,” Bella said, trying to shut the door.
“I want it back tonight,” I replied, stepping inside.
Bella took a couple of steps back, her voice sharp as she said, “Herbert, are you drunk?”
She was already upset. Normally, I would have held back and left, knowing it would only make her more frustrated. But the alcohol made me feel bold, and I wasn’t ready to leave.
“I’m not drunk,” I said, closing the distance between us.
“It’s just that you didn’t ask for my permission to wear my shirt. Is it really too much for me to ask you to return it now?”
I took a step closer. Bella had nowhere to go but backward. Her nervous expression was irresistibly cute.
