Billionaire Lost to His Surrogate In A Love Game

Cora reached out her hand and shook hands with Ophelia. Then she said, “Are you his friend? I've never seen you before.”

“That's because I met him after you went abroad. I'm still glad that you know me now.”

“I see...” Cora turned her face and said to Zachariah, “She's your friend, but why are you showing then that attitude? You may scare them.”

Zachariah put his arm around her waist and said, “I think they are here for dinner. We shouldn't get in their way from too long.”

“In that case... maybe we should go now,” Cora said, nodding to Ophelia. Then she went downstairs with Zachariah.

Madeleine was so angry that she wanted to yell, while Ophelia sounded so helpless and desperate, “Just don't do it, for me, OK?”

Madeleine withdrew her curse and asked worriedly, “Are you OK?”

Ophelia shook her head and said to Tassach, “I'm sorry you have to see this.”

Tassach was a gentleman. He said, “You don't look very well... I think we should drop the dinner, and let me send you two home.”

Ophelia smiled apologized, “That will be nice.”

“We're friends, and you can always turn to me if you need any help. I know the guy was Zachariah, but I don't know your story. Is what Madeleine said true? Are you really his wife?” Tassach asked.

with a rare begging tone,

he changed the topic and said, “I'll send you home first. Just remember to get back to work the day

“Thank you!”

to her downtown apartment. When Ophelia got out of the car, she thanked him politely, “Thank you for what you've done for me

replied gently, “Take a good rest and don't think

Ophelia nodded.

face, “I’d like

anger. She didn't want to blame this poor woman. So they took

were back in the room, Madeleine put her hands around her waist and said, “Ophelia, the scumbag is showing his mistress in front of you, don't you feel that

a headache. She begged, “Can you please stop it? I

at her for being so such a coward. “Ophelia, why are you always so cowardly in front of

still a bit cold. Instead of answering her question, she replied, “Can I have a cup of

and told

both hands. Her mind

you in your

a quick-temper woman. She had written so many romantic novels, which set her high standards for love. She wouldn't let anyone or anything stain her love. She knew many men and women would think that she was too naive, but for

grabbed her shoulders and asked what the hell she wanted. She wondered why

and said, “What else can I do? Do I have a second choice except

your part of the property. Please don't be so lofty and want nothing, or you might be looked down upon

thought you said you don't care much about money, because you've died once.” Ophelia asked a