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.]

too much. Thank G*d

boring tonight. The lights are off. I might wash up and hit

Half an hour passed.

camera suddenly made a

the bedside lamp, got up and got out of bed, and walked

quietly, looking

delicate black eyebrows, slightly

today, her

feeling the breath between his lips

over to carry her to

to remarry her.

when there was still half a foot away from her, Ziana who

“Boris?”

“You’re

up. Her drowsy look

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

dark eyes.

yellow, casting a gentle and warm radiance on

calmed down for no reason, and even his voice became

up at him, “I lost. I should sleep on the

was so serious, Boris couldn’t help

take that bet seriously

insisted on playing with it and

squatted

was a little fluffy

eyebrows in confusion, “What are

bed,” Just as Boris’ hand touched her

“Don’t touch me, I

not up to you. You will suffer when you wake up tomorrow if

the ground tonight.”

go,”

while, and

to remarry her was

him last time was

chance if he

and he didn’t mind

night, it was better for them to have a

while thinking about

this, Ziana was

time they spoke to each other calmly since they had known each other

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