Billionaire Lost to His Surrogate In A Love Game

Zachariah tightened his grip on the phone.

He disliked unreasonable women. If Cora wasn’t someone he loved, he would have hung up directly.

"Cora, you know me. But if you keep on playing the fool, go back to Europe. You ignored my feelings and went to Europe before we got married back then, and I’ll just think that our relationship ended four years ago."

Silence hung heavily on the other end of the line.

"It’s late now. Go to bed early. When you wake up and can think straight, we’ll talk about it then."

Anxious, Cora said in a hurry, "Zach, don’t hang up on me. I was being unreasonable just now. But Zach, I just feel jealous that Miss Ophelia can sleep at your side, while I can only sleep in the hotel. I’m upset about that. Besides, I had a few drinks, so I said something unreasonable. I’m in Marriott Hotel. Zach, come and keep me company, alright?"

Zachariah’s heart melted all of a sudden. After all, he had true feelings for Cora. Although the feelings had diminished a little over time, he had used to love her. As long as they were not some irrational demands, he wouldn’t turn down her small requests.

Zachariah drove to Marriott Hotel and took the lift to the twenty-first floor. Once he rang the bell, the door was opened. A figure in a bathrobe threw itself into his arms. "Zach, you’re not mad at me anymore, are you?"

beauty in his arms, but Zachariah was still able to half-carry, half-drag her into the room calmly and closed the door behind him. Then

to me just now. I’m really afraid that you’ll ditch me because of my

shoulders and said, "Go put something on, in

put on a

in one hand and two goblets in the other, Cora walked up to Zachariah and said, "Zach, do

hand, but she dodged his grab playfully. Blushing, Cora gave

his mind. Somehow, there was even a fit of anger welling up within him. Ironically, Zachariah believed that Cora was disgracing herself by doing this. Moreover, he wasn’t troubled with the question why he had

wine bottle from Cora’s hand and said, "Cora, be good. It’s late now and not the appropriate

it at all. This was a

have a drink with me, and you turn me down again. I wonder if you

also good at showing her weakness and playing up to men. This was no hard work for her, because she was aware that

thought so,

and took Cora into his arms, saying, "My good girl, I didn’t mean that way. I