Chapter 322 A Bedtime Story

Ziana looked at him quietly.

Boris sat there, smiling casually, with dark hair, brown eyes, and a high nose. His facial features were more sharp and charming under the light.

The elegant black suit fit him well. He had a great body figure with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, looking good in everything.

When she was looking at him, his gaze was fixed on her.

Ziana cared nothing tor his gaze and responded to his words, “Will you answer whatever I ask?”

Boris said in a languid tone, his eyes becoming more casual, “Try one.”

Ziana gave him a blank look on hearing that and said, “Don’t give me that.”

Boris raised his eyebrows, leaned back on the chair, and answered frankly, “It depends on what you ask.”

Ziana was actually a little hesitant.

She thought of the recording on the phone.

In the recording, the conversation between Max and Yudel confused her.

They said that Boris was investigating something which seemed to be related to her.

So what was the matter?

Why was everyone hiding it from her?

It would be okay if Ziana didn’t know they had a secret. But once she becomes suspicious, the more they hid it, the

more she wanted to know.

However, all her family never said a word.

Ziana was very aware of the tricks of Max and Yudel. If they wanted to hide her intentionally, she wouldn’t be able to

find out.

Since they planned to keep it a secret, she had to investigate in private.

she couldn’t use the

18

But the problem was that the family members would soon notice it as long as

check

track her down to discover her, and she would still be

that recording, she could learn that Boris was also investigating that

could start with him.

was Boris reliable?

him, would he be

tell Max about

he guessed her intention, would he

thoughts ran through

her strangeness; one moment, she frowned, and the next, she glanced at

and pondered.

his

came back to her senses and

her carefully, rubbed between her brows with his cool fingertips, and said,

hand away and tested him in a roundabout way, “What did you say to my dad today?”

sounded generous. “Stretch out

asked,

“Yes.”

she

his eyes on her

hand in front of him, palm up, and looked

prints were clear, and the veins

this hand that was tightly held by Edison

are you looking

his long arms, and took out a wet tissue

glanced over and asked, “Where is it dirty?”

were clean. Bust before feeding Ewen to eat fruit purée, she had washed

fingertips, while answering her question, “I talked a lot with Mr. Scott today. He mentioned our marriage and mentioned that your horse was frightened, and I

his

asked again, “Why did you go to

Boris answered

you went in the

worried about me?” Boris looked

eyes at

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255