Billionaire Lost to His Surrogate In A Love Game

Ophelia couldn’t guess what Zachariah was angry about.

“Zachariah, be happy. I’m scared with your stern face.” Ophelia showed her weakness deliberately and pretended to be pitiful.

When the doctor repeatedly assured him that Ophelia’s hand would be fine as long as she was took good care of it for three to four months, his face looked a little better, but he still ignored Ophelia.

His face was still looked solemn until he got into the car.

Ophelia was a bit frightened and she said cautiously, “What are you angry about? Don’t ignore me. It’s hard for me when you ignore me.”

Zachariah finally spared her a glance, but his tone was cold and hard, “Ophelia, think about it. I’m willing to spend a lifetime proving that I care about you the most. We’ve missed too much time before, but it’s not late now. I’ll prove that my passion and tolerance is not just lip service.”

Ophelia seemed to understand something and her heart felt warm.

She hung her head and avoided his gaze subconsciously.

Zachariah drove the car up and kept silent on the way, allowing the silence to spread in the car.

Even though Zachariah was angry, he took good care of Ophelia in every way he could. When she had a hand broken, Zachariah helped her take a shower. He carried her to the toilet in the morning, even helped her squeeze the toothpaste as if she was a one-month-old baby.

he was doing. Ophelia was enjoying it while being afraid

leaving all but important documents to his subordinates while he kept a priority on her, which invariably caused her psychological pressure as she doesn’t want to become a

fact that Zachariah could take good care of her without fail even when her hand was broken made her think about whether he

mind at the thought of such an outcome. She didn’t want him to be so kind to her, such deep love was

the king of his commercial world instead of preventing him from career success for

a further distance. To hide

her and finished his own, he put his arm around her and said, “What are you

arms reassuringly and said, “Nothing. I just think that you are so good to me. With the memories you have given me, I am satisfied in my life.” Even if I go blind for the

able to leave him. She just didn’t know if she

meet at an elegant tea

carrying a bag, pulled the door and said in a loud voice, “Honey, why do you like here? Are you pretending to be mystery? Didn’t

Ophelia’s face as she pointed to the futon opposite her

other side, then sat down cross-legged with

of tea and said, “Taste it. The tea here is the most authentic with bitter sweet that tastes

up the teacup and tried it with a touch of elegance. She tasted it briefly and smashed it a few times. She nodded approvingly and said, “This

Ophelia just smiled.