Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

Harold was very efficient. Two days later, he picked out an apartment and showed its pictures to Emily. After getting an OK, he hired someone to sign a contract to buy it. That evening, he delivered the key to Noah.

When Ferne came back from boxing upstairs, he saw Noah taking a bath and asked, “Are you going out later?”

Noah was picky and he was a neat freak. In short, he was difficult with a bad temper. However, Ferne was broad-minded and careless. So they could almost get along well. In addition, Noah had helped him earn quite a bit of money at the Vincent’s birthday banquet. Ferne treated him even more warmly than before—although he was given a cold shoulder.

Noah casually tied a towel around his waist and walked out. As he walked, his waist and abdomen muscles moved. He had got testosterone coming out of his pores, like a walking philter.

Ferne, who had been working out hard these days, felt a burst of envy. He clicked his tongue and said, “Fuck, when will I be able to look like this?”

Noah glanced at him. Ferne’s beer belly was slightly smaller. He seemed to have lost a little weight, but if he didn’t look carefully, he wouldn’t be able to tell. The only change was that he was vigorous. His handsome face seemed to be glowing with that vigor.

Ferne naturally noticed Noah’s gaze. He straightened his chest proudly. He had already begun to control his diet. Ever since he fought with Noah in the wine cellar, he had sworn to get his dignity back. Therefore, he went upstairs to practice boxing at regular intervals every day. He did not drink much. He only had one or two mouthfuls of red wine and did not touch any beer.

These past few days, he had been exercising moderately. He was worried that over-practicing would cause damage to his muscles. However, in the past two weeks, his stomach had only got a little smaller. He couldn’t even see his pectoralis when he inhaled. He was almost defeated. Fortunately, every time he wanted to give up, he saw Noah’s coveted figure, and he had motivation again.

Noah walked to the cloakroom and picked up a suit. First, he put on his shirt, then took off his towel. In Ferne’s curious gaze, he suddenly turned around and said, “The bills and financial statements have been checked. From tomorrow on, you can do it yourself.”

As Ferne nodded, he suddenly realized something was wrong, yet he was not sure what it was. “What?”

the hotel, including financial statements, daily reports, procurement and attendance. Noah was very patient. He could finish all the work in less than an hour, while Ferne usually had to spend three hours. Later, in order

pulled up his pants, turned around, and slowly

his eyebrows, so he frowned slightly because of the irritation. His broken eyebrows were very eye-catching. He was quite masculine with an aura of

to these things. As if waiting for Noah to explain, he fixed his eyes on him. He noticed that Noah, apart from his conservative picky personalities, bossy behavior, liking

“Are you moving out? Aren’t you

in a row, so it was obvious that he did not want Noah to

thought that he was worried about the trifles, so he patiently repeated, “Today’s work has been

thought about it, he drew the conclusion that he didn’t want Noah to leave because he wanted him to go on working for him. He immediately felt that he was too

want to celebrate it?” Ferne immediately went back to being his

table and then turned to look at Ferne. His expressions had always been ambiguous, making it impossible to distinguish his true emotions. His gaze was rough and tangible. One could almost feel it scratching on the

Then he left.

Besides, he’s a talker. Noah liked to immerse himself in his work helping him check the reports, but he kept disturbing him from time to time. Noah got a hot temper and could always lift and throw him on the sofa

be masochistic? Ferne was so shocked by his own thoughts that

must be too lonely. He

waiter came in to deliver dinner, he saw the Mr. Ferne sitting on the sofa with

didn’t understand what

said boldly, “Men