Billionaire Lost to His Surrogate In A Love Game

"You’re my woman. Do you think I’ll care about you or not?"

"You have a lot of women, and I’m afraid I’m not the one you really want to care about," said Ophelia in a calm tone.

"Wow, what makes you so jealous?"

Ophelia simply pressed close to Zachariah’s chest, saying nothing.

Suddenly, Zachariah felt sorry watching Ophelia leaning against him so docilely. Different from the charming Ophelia before, the quiet Ophelia touched him even more.

The charming Ophelia gave off a strong and independent aura, making people feel that she was able to take control of everything alone without men. However, the quiet Ophelia was weak and fragile, making people feel that this woman was not so strong as they imagined. Even if she acted tough at ordinary times, she still needed a shoulder to rely on during difficult times.

Zachariah scooped Ophelia up and put her on the bed, saying, "It’s getting late. Go to sleep."

Ophelia held his hand and said, "President Zachariah, if you don’t love me, don’t be so kind to me. I don’t want it to be too hard to tear myself away from you when we divorce."

Zachariah simply stared at her.

Ophelia looked away from his eyes subconsciously and said, "President Zachariah, I mean it. Don’t be so kind to me when you don’t love me. It’s good for both you and me."

want to

at Zachariah

to sleep and don’t think too much.

you’re the one who makes me suffer the

Ophelia said to herself.

Zachariah was by her side, Ophelia

be lying to say that she was not disappointed, but she recovered herself in

She had planned to go through the discharge formalities alone, but Madeleine pushed the door open and came in. Seeing that Ophelia was the only one in the

didn’t know who

it be? Your scumbag husband. Wasn’t he here yesterday? Was he simply putting on a

prejudiced against him. I knew you would come so I asked him to leave first, in case you two fight. He’s a male chauvinist, and never allows

doesn’t want to work with me anymore, there’re other publishers in this world. My books are so popular, and publishers from other cities are also dying to publish my book, even though no publisher wants me here.

that you’re not afraid of him, but for the sake of me, don’t

skeptically and doubted, "Honey, tell me honestly. Are you doing it for my sake, or do you just want

"What do you think?"

for your sake, I’ll condescend to let him off, but I won’t keep that promise if he makes you suffer