The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee

The caregiver was well-prepared and brought over a large bag full of things.

“Miss Scott, will you see what else you need? If you have any special needs, you can let me know.”

Ziana’s mouth twitched slightly, and she shook her head. “No more, thanks.”

“Okay, I’ll be in the living room. Feel free to call me if you need anything.”

The caregiver left. Seeing that it was getting late, Ziana prepared to wash up.

She picked up the big bag of stuff, and Boris followed her like a little tail.

He looked at her and then at the big bag, his eyes shining with curiosity.

Ziana was amused by his reaction. “What are you looking at?”

The more she said this, the more Boris stuck his head forward, his face almost on the bag.

Ziana pushed his head away and flicked him on the forehead as he looked over in confusion. “Be a good boy and don’t move.”

Boris heard the words and placed both hands in front of his body in a regular manner, not moving anymore.

She couldn’t help but laugh.

In fact, such a simple and silly Boris was far cuter and more likable than the usual cold one.

She took out the contents of the bag one by one.

Towels, shampoo, face masks, various high-end skin care products, and a whole set of makeup supplies…

Suddenly, an object appeared in front of her eyes and Ziana’s hand paused.

“What is this?” Boris asked out loud. He looked very confused as his eyebrows were knitted together.

Ziana was embarrassed. Her scalp instantly tightened when she was asked.

“Nothing.” She hurriedly shoved her underwear back into the bag, even intentionally covering it with something else. “What are you looking at? Turn your head away!”

“Okay.”

Boris obediently responded, moving slowly to incline his head.

Ziana breathed a soft sigh of relief, not expecting his voice to come from in front of

“what’s

“What’s that thing?”

simply played confused and glared at him in a warning. “Nothing. No

voice was muffled.

into women’s affairs,” Ziana muttered. “From now on, no talking and no turning your head without my

“Why?”

her arms. “Are you disobeying me? I’m going home if you

thought of what she said, he was too scared to move.

moved his body awkwardly and looked

was overjoyed. “Stand

frozen in place with

over to him and rubbed his head. “Good boy.”

back to

wash up.” She finished and went to call the caregiver in, so she

turn, went into the bathroom.

But the thought of Boris outside made

and even had a

a shower, changed into new,

the time she got into the shower, to the time she got out of the shower, the process only took half

immediately looked like he had caught à lifeline. “Why don’t you help

wrong?” Ziana

“Mr. Lewis keeps doing this. I talk to him, but he doesn’t respond. I ask him to turn around, he doesn’t move. If he hadn’t blinked occasionally, I would have

said helplessly to Boris’ back,

second, Boris was like a machine loaded with batteries, meticulously following the instructions and facing the two.

serious, but he

but touch the top of his head again. “Next, cooperate with the caregiver in washing up. Do whatever he tells you to do, do you understand?”

and

mouth twitched. “Now you can talk, do you understand?”

“Understood.”

the caregiver a look. “Now you can

while he was being

looked straight ahead, unblinking, as if he couldn’t

embarrassed. He moved faster and faster and left quickly after ten minutes of haste.

at all to be

“You’re clean and ready for

straight