Go Away, I'm a Billionairess Now (Samara and Chaim)

Go Away, I’m a Billionairess Now By Evie Cole Chapter 68 Is Samara So Eager for Men?

“Are you surprised?”

Roland raised his eyebrows and brought the soup that he had just bought for Samara. He said, “You didn’t allow me to stay with you while you were drinking in the middle of the night. And you won’t let me make breakfast for you in the morning. Then, can you take the soup now?”

Samara was already hungry. Just as she lowered her head, she smelled the soup in Roland’s hand. She wanted to refuse, but her stomach had already betrayed her.

Samara’s stomach was growling. This was the first time in her life that Samara felt embarrassed. She said, “Thank

you.”

If she continued to refuse, it would be inappropriate.

As she spoke, she leaned to the side and let Roland in.

However, Roland only placed the soup on the desk and said, “Go to bed early after taking the soup.”

He paused for a moment. Then he added with a bright smile, Good night, my future girlfriend.”

After he finished speaking, Roland raised his hand and waved at her. He turned around and left.

disappear at the corner, she turned

being a playboy, everything was fine

comfortable.

could not stand it since he

was not an ordinary

was indeed touched,

felt much more comfortable. She brushed her teeth and climbed onto the bed.

morning, before the alarm clock rang, Samara

day, she always woke up on

jacket from the side and put it on. When she went out to make breakfast, her gaze swept past the food box on the table not far away. She paused for a moment. Then she smiled

Roland’s soup last night, she had

accidents on the road, and Samara

for more than

this morning. Samara had already left home early. If there were no accidents, she could

good enough that she could arrive on time since there was a traffic

had to bear it since she couldn’t forecast it in advance.

a very good mood. She opened the window and

end of the traffic jam.

her head, he saw Samara sitting in the driver’s seat by the window. She was not far away from him. He could clearly feel that

shirt today. Her curly hair draped over her shoulders, and the makeup on her face was clean and comfortable. She placed her hand on the steering wheel, and her index finger tapped on the steering wheel bit by bit. Chaim suddenly remembered how she looked when