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.

that other than being a playboy, everything was

and her stomach was not comfortable. What Roland sent over was soup, and it was good for

girls could not stand it since he

was not

was indeed touched,

comfortable. She brushed her teeth and climbed onto

before the alarm clock rang, Samara

day, she

swept past the food box on the table not far away. She paused

last night, she had a sound

good. There were some car accidents on the road, and Samara had been blocked

more

morning. Samara had already left home early. If

was already good enough that she could arrive

had to bear it since she

in a very good mood. She opened the window and raised her hand to lean on the

for the end of the

sitting in the driver’s seat by the window. She was not

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

she did not seem to feel sad at all. Every time they met,

before.