Chapter 43 His real face.

At this moment, it was not suitable for Dante to see her, and he preferred to hit the wall and pass out if he had a choice.

He didn’t mess up any billion-worth contract in business, but at that moment he was in a mess.

It felt too hard holding back from doing all the things he wanted to do with her.

Renee did not know that Dante was fighting with himself. She only knew that she drank wine and had the smell of alcohol. If she did not take a shower, she would stink the next day.

She stumbled toward the bathroom and banged against the frosted glass door.

Dante had no time to struggle. He rushed to her, held up her shaky body and took her to the bathroom.

He had to get some hot water in the bathtub, and then put her in it, helping her take a bath carefully.

When she took a bath, she was so quiet, just like a delicate doll at the mercy of him.

Dante breathed a little sigh of relief and tried to hold himself.

Renee leaned over the edge of the bathtub, bowed her head and said seriously, "You