Billionaire Lost to His Surrogate In A Love Game

Cora pulled Zachariah over to her, made him sit down and placed the glass of wine that she had prepared long ago in front of him. "Zach, have a taste of this and see whether you like it."

Zachariah lifted the glass and shook it gracefully. When air came in full contact with the wine, he took a sip slowly and savored it, commenting, "Great wine, and it tastes mellow."

Cora smiled, "Zach, since you like it, drink some more."

Time passed by slowly as the two were talking, and their glasses got refilled again and again. Zachariah, who drank like a fish, also felt a little dizzy. He wanted to get up but fell back down on the chair.

Cora trotted towards him and asked with concern, "Zach, are you drunk? Let me help you to the bed so that you can have a rest."

Zachariah wanted to wave his hand, but he was too weak to do it. He let Cora help him to the bed. Cora reached out and wanted to undress him, but he just grabbed her hands. She said in a gentle voice, "Zach, you’re drunk. I want to take off your clothes so that you can feel more comfortable."

Zachariah just stared at her with drunken and bleary eyes.

Cora gave a faint smile and said, "Zach, I’ll make you more comfortable in a while. After tonight, I’ll be your woman for real."

"Zach, don’t blame me for playing tricks. I’m just afraid that you’ll leave me. You say you love me, but never touch me. I don’t want that bitch Ophelia to take you away from me, so I could only beat her to the draw. When everything is

bleary eyes, but suddenly called,

by

to drug you, but I didn’t want anything to happen to you, so I didn’t do that. But how dare you call some

Let’s go to bed." He wanted to get up and throw himself over Cora as he spoke, but he had no strength to

"Ophelia, what

clothes rapidly. As a slender girl, she rode on Zachariah’s body. However, it was unknown where he got all that strength from, he pushed her

had been spoiled from birth, and never humiliated like this. In addition, the humiliation was from the man who always claimed he

said affectionately, "Zach, what’s wrong with you? Don’t be mad

what greeted her was

and livid

me like this. The more you reject my body, the more I want to be your

bent over and was about to kiss Zachariah on the lips, but he mumbled in his dream, "Ophelia, I don’t want to divorce you. I think I love you." After that, he gave a sweet smile, not looking smart as when he was sober