Billionaire Lost to His Surrogate In A Love Game

Zachariah took another huge whiff of cigarette. When he let out the smoke, his face returned to be composed again.

He stood up and shook off the dust on his clothes. When the smell of smoke started to fade in his mouth, he turned around to get out. Then he headed to the ward of Ophelia.

Inside the ward, there were two more carers hired by him to tend Ophelia.

Seeing him walking over, both of the carers greeted with respect, “Welcome, Mr. Chambers.”

Zachariah waved his hand, “I need a private talk with her.”

“Yes, sir.”

The two carers stepped out of the ward quietly.

Ophelia blinked her eyes and smiled, “How is Miss Fletcher?”

Zachariah drew over a chair beside the bed to sit down. He reached out his hand to flip her hair covering on her face backward, “How do you feel now? Are you still tired? Did the two carers do something mean to you?”

Ophelia replied seriously while looking at him, “I am fine. What about Miss Fletcher?”

Zachariah slightly scratched her nose dotingly, “Come on, girl. You should spend more concern on yourself. You have just run away from the edge of death. Now taking rest is your priority. And stop thinking about nonsense.”

Ophelia smiled and replied caringly, “I am okay. But please don’t get yourself too exhausted if you feel bothered because of Miss Fletcher. I am fine with the care of the two carers. I hope you can take some time to rest.”

hearing that, Zachariah felt like being

However, he had put her aside for almost five years just because of Cora, who once failed him regardless of his great obsession. Even he himself had no idea what made him so cold

like being stuffed with guilt. While looking at Ophelia, he could

could feel how much care she truly

and said dotingly, “Girl, don’t you think sometimes you really

was what made him so infatuated with

ladies would be driven jealous while guys would get crazy for her, she still maintained her heart pure

deemed her the vent of sexual desire. While in the eyes of ladies, they deemed her a shameless mistress fancy hooking up with whoever men she encountered. However, this lady still showed great concern with him at any time even under the pressure of being misjudged. She cared about him and worried herself when thinking that he might get himself tired. She could even bear the pain when

about it, the more guilty he

“I don’t think so but you

that you even chose to spare your husband for someone else. Why don’t you be a

less guilty…’ he thought to

her for nearly five years really

once accused him of being cold-blooded and mean. Now as he recalled what he had done to her

need to do something for the

need to do nothing but to rest.

Ophelia was indeed

now felt really sleepy. Her eyelids still

his eyes on her, who was sleeping. No one could