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 they don’t

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

Half an hour passed.

the camera suddenly made a

on the bedside lamp, got up and got out of

quietly, looking down at

her smooth forehead, passed through the delicate black eyebrows, slightly closed eyes,

today, her softness and sweetness,

breath between his lips and

his lips and leaned over to carry her to the

his wife before and he planned to remarry

was still half a foot away from her, Ziana who had fallen asleep

“Boris?”

“You’re still

and sat up. Her drowsy look indicated that she was awakened, “What’s the

tiredness on her delicate face, and her drooping eyelids covered half of

dark eyes.

in the bedroom was dim yellow, casting a gentle and warm radiance on

calmed down for no reason, and even

then looked up at him, “I lost. I should

was so serious, Boris couldn’t help but

that bet

it and he just wanted

slowly squatted

hair was a little fluffy

in confusion,

Boris’ hand touched her arm, he was pushed away the

cleared up, “Don’t touch me, I won’t

you. You will

the ground tonight.”

not go,”

a while, and he thought he understood why she

book, his proposal to remarry her was not formal

reason she rejected him last time was that she

others another chance if he was

gave birth to their child and he didn’t mind

the dead of night, it was better

on the floor opposite her while thinking about it, “Okay, then let’s

was all in

to each other calmly since they had

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