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, but when Nell met

held his tongue.

throat and

it on speakerphone,” Boris suddenly

Nell quickly complied.

“Beep-”

After a few seconds.

is currently switched

his toes almost digging through the floor.

Boris chuckled with irritation, “You

eyes down, afraid to even breathe, and

Half an hour later.

and stood at the door of Room

in by myself.” Boris

wearing thin, her graceful

tempting.

like this, he couldn’t help but say worriedly, “Mr. Lewis, are you

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

and slipped in, casually closing the door, leaving

What was he doing?

like he

Inside the room.

before

at the woman on the floor, who was still in the same position as when he

muscle.

her for a while, seeing her sleeping peacefully, and the anger

that moment, Ziana, who was sleeping, frowned and

looked him up and down with a

Boris nodded.

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 love. “You should drink less in the future. Drinking too much will