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.

had to admit that other than being a playboy, everything was fine with

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

not stand it since he

was not an ordinary

was indeed touched,

teeth and climbed onto

morning, before the alarm clock

working day, she always woke up on

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

she had a

There were some car accidents on the

for more than

meeting this morning. Samara had already left home early. If there were no accidents, she could reach Elephant Group

was already good enough that she could arrive on time since there was a traffic

had to bear it since she couldn’t

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

the end of

turned her head, he saw Samara sitting in the driver’s seat by the window. She was

on the steering wheel, and her index finger tapped on

not seem to feel sad at all. Every time they

before.