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 was

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

held his tongue.

his throat and dialed

it on speakerphone,” Boris suddenly

Nell quickly complied.

“Beep-”

After a few seconds.

the user you dialed is currently switched off, please

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

heard that!” Boris chuckled with irritation, “You take me

eyes down, afraid to even breathe, and

Half an hour later.

at

by myself.” Boris

was wearing thin, her graceful figure wrapped in a nightgown,

tempting.

but say worriedly, “Mr. Lewis,

pushed him away, swiped his card to enter the room, and

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

What was he doing?

was Boris acting like he was guarding

Inside the room.

been left on before he left was still lit, emitting a

still in the same

muscle.

sleeping peacefully, and

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

and down with a confident tone, “Did you drink

Boris nodded.

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