Love For Nazyra
Chapter 22

Nazyra's heart skipped a beat upon hearing Ganindra's seductive voice, which was gentle and dazzling. Although his face was flushed red again, the words of support from Ganindra had calmed his mind.

The game continued until 2am, and each of them finally got ready to disperse and end the game as most of them were drunk and tired.

Just as Nazyra was standing with the bag in her hand, Refal stood in front of her and said, "Nazyra, can you drive Ganindra home ? . He was drinking and obviously couldn't drive. We all drank a little too, so we couldn't drive him either.

"Me?" Nazyra froze for a moment and glanced at the man sitting beside her while remaining silent. Ganindra did drink a lot of alcohol tonight, as she had consumed all the drinks that Nazyra was supposed to drink as punishment during the game to replace her.

He looked half-conscious and was closing his eyes, his body leaning against the sofa.

"Where's Tommy? , can't he drive her ?"

"It's late at night, so he's coming home from work." Refal answered casually.

Nazyra could not argue after thinking about it. He turned his head towards the drunken Ivanna, his face flushed red.

Ivanna saw Nazyra's worried look at her, she then said, "My father has sent the driver to pick me up, so don't worry about me. You have to take Mr. Ganindra home."

Free from any obstacles that could hold him back, Nazyra turned to look at the man beside her and said softly "Sir Ganindra, we should leave now. I'll take you home."

The silhouette of Ganindra's face looked more sculpted and charming under the dim light of the multicolored lights.

He slowly opened his eyes and turned his gaze to Nazyra while deep in thought.

Refal rubbed his nose agitatedly as if he was overwhelmed with guilt by something.

Ganindra finally got up and stepped towards the exit of the club without saying anything.

It seemed like he was not really drunk as his steps did not look unsteady, while his towering figure was unshakable and he was still a person that people admired.

It's not that hard to drive her home if she still has her consciousness, thought. Nazyra in heart.

Nazyra clutched her bag and immediately chased after her.

Upon seeing Ganindra's departure, Refal slumped on the sofa lazily, a satisfied grin hanging on his face as he had succeeded in his plan.

Ivanna turned to look at him, revealing his bully "I just heard that you had asked Tommy to go home by phone."

Refal was surprised because he did not expect his plan to be revealed. He grinned enigmaticly at Ivanna, "If I'm not mistaken, your driver won't come either."

"Well, you're right, I'll go home by myself, see you."

Ivanna stood up and began to stagger towards the exit.

Refal grabbed his jacket and chased after it, "Let me drive you home."

Nazyra drives Ganindra's car and drives him home to his villa in the Valley International Community. When he got down from the car, he saw Ganindra still not coming out after a while. He stepped into the door in the passenger seat and asked doubtfully, "Are you okay? Is your head dizzy?"

Nazyra hesitated for a moment, and she hesitantly asked, "Do you want me to help you?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"....."

Nazyra was speechless. He only asked for stale bases, but he was shocked when Ganindra agreed to it just like that. Maybe she felt really unwell after drinking so much .

Without further ado, he opened the passenger side door and helped Ganindra down cautiously.

Ganindra's arms encircle Nazyra's shoulders, making her whole body lean on Nazyra, but surprisingly Nazyra is strong enough to hold Ganindra's body.

Nazyra's cheeks heat up when discomfort begins to creep inside her, but she can only save her conscience by hypnotizing herself that she is only helping a drunkard.

When they reached the front door, he looked at the electronic lock and said, "Sir Ganindra, can you open the door?"

Ganindra raised her hand to authenticate her fingerprint on the scanner, and the door opened in an instant.

Just as Nazyra was about to open the door, Ganindra grabbed her tiny hand and placed it on the fingerprint scanner.

Robot voice heard from the machine: Your fingerprints have been successfully saved.

Nazyra gasped in surprise, "Why did you keep my fingerprints?"

Ganindra replied in a relaxed and resolute tone, "That will make things easier for you in the future."

To make it easy? Unless he had to come here often, why would it be useful to him ...

Nazyra's heart skipped a beat thinking about this and his mind suddenly exploded in chaos.

He didn't want to think that for much longer, so he hurriedly pushed the door open and released Ganindra.

"I must leave now, Mr. Ganindra Please rest," he finished his sentence politely, wanting to leave this place immediately.

Ganindra's eyes darkened, quickly reaching out to grab Nazyra's wrist. His deep eyes were immeasurably glued to Nazyra, "You don't have to deliberately avoid me Nazyra."

Nazyra was stunned on the spot. He, what does he mean by that?

Ganindra's eyes were like black holes trying to suck out his entire soul, and it made his heart flutter. He immediately drowned in anxiety.

Nazyra opened her mouth hurriedly as she felt like she was being accused of "No, I, I didn't avoid you."

"Is that so?" Ganindra looked at him sharply, she clearly did not believe his words.

His tall figure began to lean forward, his handsome face approaching Nazyra.