Chapter 323 I’m Feeling Terrible

“Good night,” said Boris.

Ziana pressed her lips, saying nothing.

At the beginning of the three years of their marriage, she was often around Boris and acted all girly before him. She would ask him to do the things that other couples do, like taking couple photos, watching movies together, and so on. However, whenever she made a recommendation, he would refuse her and say he was too busy.

Ziana used to be obsessed with Boris, like every girl who fell in love. She would beg him to tell her a bedtime story.

Yet never had he told one.

Boris said he couldn’t tell a story and never read those childish stories.

So Ziana didn’t mention it again after that.

Now the time and the place had changed, and so did their relationship.

When they were married, he never told her a story. But now, when they divorced, she heard him tell one.

“Finished?” Ziana’s eyelashes flickered, and she looked up at Boris with indifferent eyes. “I don’t like listening to bedtime stories at all, and you are such a bad storyteller. It sounded very boring. Don’t do that again,” said she.

Speaking of which, she smiled perfunctorily and added, “But you can tell your girlfriend one. She might like bedtime

stories.”

Ziana got up and opened the door. She leaned forward, looked back at him, and said, “You should go.”

It was almost nine o’clock.

She yawned again, barely keeping her eyes open.

Boris smiled, not surprised by her reaction at all.

He stood up and walked toward the door, “Then I’m leaving. Have an early night.”

Ziana didn’t reply, with obvious impatience on her face.

Boris fell silent and walked out.

When he left the room, Ziana suddenly said unceremoniously before closing the door, “Boris, you are going to get married. Are you still fooling around? Juggling two women doesn’t prove your charm. The real charm of a man lies in his unwavering devotion and responsibility. I was so stu pid that I liked you before. Now just thinking about being with you makes me feel uncomfortable.

my life is

memory, what I want to do most is to forget the past with

Try not to appear in front

coldly, she slammed the door and turned

no unexpected sound of

saw Boris got his hand pressed against the door and

“Close the door!”

In the next second, he pushed the door open and

shouted, “Get

her and soon came to her. Ziana stared at

by his force, and she was boiling with rage. “Boris Lewis!” She pushed

or said, Boris

lifted her, and put her on the table at the entrance. Meanwhile, he grabbed both her wrists. Ziana resisted, and he became

condescendingly. He didn’t stop until

were pretty close.

at Ziana domineeringly.

“Boris…”

interrupted her in a muf fled voice, “Not in the past, not now, and not

by his words, Ziana asked without thinking, “Why?”

realized what she had asked and said, “Whether you marry her has nothing to do with me, but you must let me go now! Otherwise, I

kick him in his cro tch. Just

it down.

pressing her tightly so

close and intimate distance made Ziana feel

her teeth and cursed, “Jerk! Per vert!

ashamed of bullying a woman?”

the hell do you want? Let

“Donald!”

stared at him fiercely, and her eyes were red.

and said, “I won’t marry someone else, and I will tell you everything when the time is right. I admit that my love for you

between repaying his savior and following his

to break his promise, nor

wasn’t connected to both you and Vivi either because I know how I feel about her…” He

eliahtlu “I didn’t

please don’t

Don’t say your biggest

want the most is to forget

forgotten me

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