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

off. I might wash up and hit

Half an hour passed.

room, the camera suddenly made a slight

the bedside lamp, got up and

stood quietly, looking down at her

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

that kiss today, her softness and sweetness,

the breath between his lips and teeth

leaned over to carry her to

planned to remarry

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

“Boris?”

“You’re still

her eyes and sat up. Her drowsy look

tiredness on her delicate face, and her drooping

dark eyes.

yellow, casting a gentle and warm radiance on her

for no reason, and even

up at him, “I

so serious, Boris couldn’t

take that bet

playing with it and he just

slowly squatted down and looked

hair was a

raised her eyebrows in

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

up, “Don’t touch me,

up to you. You will suffer when you wake up tomorrow

the ground tonight.”

will not go,”

for a while, and he thought he

his book, his proposal to remarry her was not formal enough

it through. He guessed that the reason she rejected him last time was that she was mad at him and felt he didn’t

if he was

and

it was better for them to have a

the floor opposite her while thinking about

this, Ziana was all

they spoke to each other calmly since they

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