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.

nothing wrong with what he was doing. Ophelia was enjoying it while being afraid of

important documents to his subordinates while he kept

when her hand was broken made her think

him to be so kind to her, such deep love was a blessing when she was intact, but when she became blind it would

is excellent and should stand at the top of his profession and become the king of his commercial world instead of preventing him from

slowly deteriorating and She could hardly see at a further distance. To hide it from Zachariah, she had to pretend that she was normal, for

own, he put his arm around her

given me, I am satisfied in my life.” Even if

her eyesight declined, she was already planning how she would be able to leave him. She just didn’t know if she would

to meet at an elegant tea house with a

said in a loud voice, “Honey, why do you like here? Are

at the corner of Ophelia’s face as she pointed to the futon opposite her and

her bag on the other side, then sat down cross-legged

tea here is the most authentic with bitter sweet that tastes

smashed it a few times. She nodded approvingly and said, “This tea is quite

Ophelia just smiled.