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

“what’s

“What’s that thing?”

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

voice was

into women’s affairs,” Ziana muttered. “From now on, no talking and no turning your

“Why?”

her arms. “Are you disobeying me? I’m going home if you don’t listen to

to turn around. But when he thought of what she

his body awkwardly and

overjoyed. “Stand still! Stop!”

was frozen in place with a jerk of his body.

over to him and rubbed his head.

had his back to her, smiled.

wash up.” She finished and went to

went into the

But the thought of Boris outside made Ziana a little.

even had

she took a

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

come out, he immediately looked like he had caught à lifeline. “Why don’t you help him wash up?”

wrong?” Ziana was puzzled.

him to turn

to Boris’ back,

with batteries, meticulously following the instructions

was serious, but he looked

the caregiver in washing up. Do whatever

his lips and

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

“Understood.”

the caregiver a look. “Now you can help him wash

eyes off Ziana while he was being served to wash

as if he couldn’t

faster and faster and left quickly

all to be between them!

ready for bed. On my command, lie down!”

thumped and fell straight