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 was

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

held his tongue.

his throat and dialed Ziana’s

it on speakerphone,” Boris suddenly

Nell quickly complied.

“Beep-”

After a few seconds.

currently switched off, please try again

embarrassed, his toes almost digging through the

with irritation, “You take me

his eyes down, afraid to even breathe,

Half an hour later.

Boris and stood at

go in by myself.” Boris suddenly

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

tempting.

say worriedly, “Mr. Lewis, are

his card to enter the room, and solemnly

opened a small gap and slipped in, casually closing the door, leaving Nell

What was he doing?

he was guarding against a

Inside the room.

left on before he left was still lit,

still in the same position as when

muscle.

her sleeping

frowned

him up and down with a confident tone,

Boris nodded.

bed, take off his shoes, wipe his hands and feet for him, and then feed him hangover soup. Every time, her tone was

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