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

tonight. The lights are off. I might wash up and hit the sack as

Half an hour passed.

camera

up and got out of bed, and

looking

black eyebrows, slightly closed eyes, and

today, her softness and sweetness, and that only

up, feeling the breath between

licked his lips and leaned over to

before and he planned to remarry

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

“Boris?”

froze, “You’re still

drowsy look indicated

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

dark eyes.

bedroom was dim yellow, casting a gentle and warm

no reason, and even his

looked up at him, “I lost. I

so serious, Boris couldn’t help

didn’t take that bet

on playing with it and he just

he slowly squatted

hair was a little fluffy

her eyebrows in confusion, “What are you

Just as Boris’ hand touched her arm,

up, “Don’t touch me,

“It’s not up to you. You will suffer

the ground tonight.”

go,” She was

at her for a while, and he thought he understood why she rejected

his book, his proposal to remarry her was not formal enough and the occasion was

rejected him last time was that she was mad at him

give others another chance if he was rejected by other women

their child and he didn’t mind giving her an extra

it was better for them to

on the floor opposite her while thinking about

was all in

spoke to each

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