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.]

Thank G*d that they

are off. I might wash up and hit the sack as well. Have

Half an hour passed.

room, the camera suddenly made

lamp, got up and got out of

stood quietly, looking down at her

passed through the delicate black eyebrows, slightly closed eyes, and

couldn’t help but think of that kiss today, her softness and

the breath between

lips and leaned over to

to remarry her. He wouldn’t let

her, Ziana who had

“Boris?”

froze, “You’re

sat up. Her drowsy look

her delicate face, and her drooping eyelids covered half

dark eyes.

light in the bedroom was dim yellow, casting

for no reason, and even his

looked up at him, “I lost.

that she was so serious, Boris

didn’t take that bet

on playing with it and

squatted down and

soft hair was a little fluffy from

eyebrows in confusion, “What are you

bed,” Just as Boris’ hand touched her

eyes gradually cleared up, “Don’t touch me, I won’t

frowned and said imperiously, “It’s not up to you. You will suffer when you wake

the ground tonight.”

not go,” She

and

was not formal

him last time was that she was mad at him and felt

another chance if he was rejected

birth to their child and

the dead of night, it was

her while thinking about it, “Okay,

this, Ziana was all

be honest, this was the first time they spoke to each other calmly since they

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