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

whether he was

him not to disgrace himself, but when Nell met his disdainful gaze,

held his tongue.

his throat and dialed

it on speakerphone,” Boris

Nell quickly complied.

“Beep-”

After a few seconds.

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

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

Boris chuckled with irritation, “You

down, afraid to even breathe,

Half an hour later.

Boris and stood at the

in by myself.” Boris

remembered that before he left, Ziana was wearing thin,

tempting.

but seeing him like this, he couldn’t help but say worriedly, “Mr. Lewis,

enter the

and slipped in, casually closing the door, leaving Nell

What was he doing?

like he was guarding against a

Inside the room.

bedside lamp that had been left on before

on the floor, who was still in the

muscle.

seeing her sleeping peacefully, and

Ziana, who was sleeping, frowned and sensed something,

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

Boris nodded.

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