The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee

Chapter 137

Chapter 137 Ziana Rejected Him

Get Boris

“Turn off?” Mr. Zern was confused, “Why? Mr. Lewis, we promised the audience that we will broadcast live 24 hours a

day.”

Boris drew on his cigarette and puffed out a cloud of smoke slowly.

His dark eyes looked colder in the heavy smoke.

Mr. Zern was making a wild guess.

“Mr. Lewis, are you uncomfortable with the cameras when you take a shower? Don’t worry, there are no cameras in

the bathroom.”

Boris sneered and interrupted him, “Mr. Zern.”

“Yes?”

But Boris didn’t speak anymore. But his harsh tone gave Mr. Zern the willies.

Mr. Zern was weighing his words carefully, “Fine. Mr. Lewis. In half an hour, the camera will be in sleep mode.”

Boris hung up the phone, and saw the scarlet fire from the glass.

After finishing a cigarette, he went back to the room.

When he entered the door, he saw Ziana lying on the ground.

She seemed to be asleep.

Boris glanced at the camera in the room coldly and then went into the bathroom.

It only took ten minutes for him to take a shower.

When he came out wrapped in a bath towel, he lay down and turned off the lights as if he hadn’t seen Ziana.

Seeing this, netizens couldn’t help but comment.

[The chemistry just isn’t right. Neither of them pays attention to the other.]

[Yes, I agree with you. Ziana really doesn’t like Mr. Lewis. Though both of them are available and in the same room, they are indifferent to each other.]

for too much. Thank G*d that

is boring tonight. The lights are off. I might wash up and hit the sack as well. Have

Half an hour passed.

room, the camera

turned on the bedside lamp, got up and

stood quietly, looking down at

black eyebrows, slightly closed eyes, and finally stayed on her

today, her

breath

and leaned over

and he planned to remarry her. He wouldn’t let

there was still half a foot away from her, Ziana who had fallen asleep on the ground suddenly

“Boris?”

froze, “You’re still

eyes and sat up. Her drowsy

with her eyes half closed, there was tiredness on her delicate face, and her drooping eyelids

dark eyes.

the bedroom was dim yellow, casting a gentle and warm

Boris calmed down for no reason, and even his voice became

a while, then looked up at

was so serious, Boris

didn’t take that bet

it and he

slowly squatted

soft hair was a little

her eyebrows in confusion, “What

you to bed,” Just as Boris’ hand touched her arm, he was pushed

“Don’t touch me, I

imperiously, “It’s not up to you. You

the ground tonight.”

go,”

for a while, and he

proposal to remarry her was

the reason she rejected him last time was that she was mad at him and felt

if

Ziana gave birth to their child and he didn’t mind giving

night, it was better

thinking about

was all

was the first time they spoke to each

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