Go Away, I’m A Billionairess Now

Go Away, I’m a Billionairess Now By Evie Cole Chapter 68 Is Samara So Eager for Men?

“Are you surprised?”

Roland raised his eyebrows and brought the soup that he had just bought for Samara. He said, “You didn’t allow me to stay with you while you were drinking in the middle of the night. And you won’t let me make breakfast for you in the morning. Then, can you take the soup now?”

Samara was already hungry. Just as she lowered her head, she smelled the soup in Roland’s hand. She wanted to refuse, but her stomach had already betrayed her.

Samara’s stomach was growling. This was the first time in her life that Samara felt embarrassed. She said, “Thank

you.”

If she continued to refuse, it would be inappropriate.

As she spoke, she leaned to the side and let Roland in.

However, Roland only placed the soup on the desk and said, “Go to bed early after taking the soup.”

He paused for a moment. Then he added with a bright smile, Good night, my future girlfriend.”

After he finished speaking, Roland raised his hand and waved at her. He turned around and left.

Samara was a little surprised. Seeing Roland’s back disappear at the corner, she turned around and closed the door.

other than being a playboy,

stomach was not comfortable. What Roland sent over

stand it since

not an

indeed touched, but nothing

taking the soup, she felt much more comfortable. She brushed her teeth

before the alarm clock rang,

day, she always woke

grabbed a jacket from the side and put it on. When she went out to make breakfast, her gaze swept past the food box on the table not far away. She paused for a moment. Then

soup last night, she had

some car accidents on the road, and Samara had been blocked

for more than ten

left home early. If there were no accidents, she could reach Elephant Group at a quarter to

that she could arrive on time since there

since she couldn’t forecast it

the window and raised her hand to lean on the side of the

the end

head, he saw Samara sitting in the driver’s seat by the window. She was not far away from him. He could clearly feel

white, round–collar shirt today. Her curly hair draped over her shoulders, and the makeup on her face was clean and comfortable. She placed her hand on the steering wheel, and her index finger tapped on the steering wheel bit by bit. Chaim suddenly remembered how she looked when she was

the divorce, she did not seem to feel sad at all. Every time they met, she was calmer and

before.