The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee

Chapter 140 Let My Wife Pick Me up

Boris rubbed his temples and waved to Nell.

“Are you going home, Mr. Lewis?” Nell walked over.

“I’m drunk,” he said, looking at him.

Nell looked into his dark and deep eyes, and no matter how he looked, he didn’t seem drunk

But he still said, “Mr. Lewis, shall I take you home?”

“I’m drunk.” Boris repeated expressionlessly.

Nell’s mouth twitched. “Alright, Mr. Lewis, you’re drunk.”

Boris paused for a moment, “I want to go home.”

“Then let me take you.” Nell dutifully said because Boris is a bit drunk as his temper had become even stranger.

“Who asked you to take me?” Boris glared at him, “Call my wife and ask her to pick me up.”

His wife?

Nell was quite shocked.

He glanced suspiciously at Boris and cleared his throat, “Mr. Lewis, are you referring to Miss Scott?”

Boris tugged at his collar irritably. “Are you going to call or not?”

Nell didn’t quite understand what was going on today.

If he remembered correctly, when he went to pick up Mr. Lewis, he had that look of wanting to eat people, like he had just had an argument with Miss Scott.

Miss Scott was not like before, now she wouldn’t bother with him even if they didn’t argue. If they did argue, would

care whether he

originally wanted to advise him not to disgrace himself, but when Nell met

held his tongue.

cleared his throat and dialed

on speakerphone,” Boris suddenly reminded

Nell quickly complied.

“Beep-”

After a few seconds.

switched off, please try again later. Sorry,

toes almost digging through the floor. “Um, Mr. Lewis, Miss Scott’s

Boris chuckled with

eyes down, afraid to even breathe, and said,

Half an hour later.

and stood at the

by myself.”

remembered that before he left, Ziana was wearing thin, her graceful figure wrapped

tempting.

couldn’t help but say worriedly, “Mr. Lewis, are you sure you can manage

him away, swiped his card to enter the room, and solemnly repeated, “Don’t

opened a small gap and slipped in, casually

What was he doing?

Boris acting like he

Inside the room.

before he left was still lit,

still in the same position as

muscle.

while, seeing her sleeping peacefully, and the anger

that moment, Ziana, who was sleeping, frowned and sensed something, and

him, first startled, then looked him up and down with a confident tone, “Did you drink

Boris nodded.

home drunk, she would take care of him very gently. She would help him to bed, take off his shoes, wipe his hands and feet for him, and then feed him hangover