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

wanted to advise him not to disgrace himself,

held his tongue.

throat and dialed Ziana’s

on speakerphone,” Boris suddenly reminded

Nell quickly complied.

“Beep-”

After a few seconds.

you dialed is currently switched off, please try again later.

the floor.

that!” Boris chuckled with irritation, “You

eyes down, afraid to even

Half an hour later.

supported Boris and stood at

go in by myself.”

before he left, Ziana was wearing thin, her graceful figure wrapped in a

tempting.

didn’t understand, but seeing him like this, he couldn’t help but say worriedly, “Mr. Lewis, are you sure you can manage

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

gap and slipped in, casually closing the door,

What was he doing?

was Boris acting like he was

Inside the room.

had been left on before he

woman on the floor, who was still in the same position

muscle.

stared at her for a while, seeing her sleeping peacefully, and the anger in his

Ziana, who was sleeping, frowned and sensed something, and slowly

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

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 soup. Every time, her tone was full of tenderness and