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.

a little surprised. Seeing Roland’s back disappear at the corner, she turned around and

being a playboy, everything was

glasses of wine tonight, and her stomach was not comfortable. What Roland sent over was soup,

stand it since he

not an ordinary

indeed touched, but nothing

soup, she felt much more comfortable. She brushed her teeth and climbed onto the bed. In just a few minutes, she fell asleep.

in the morning, before the alarm clock rang, Samara

always woke up on time.

gaze swept past the food box on the table not far away. She paused for a moment. Then

to Roland’s soup last night, she had a sound sleep last night.

good. There were some car accidents on the road, and Samara had been blocked

than ten

left home early. If there were

arrive on time since there was a traffic

she couldn’t forecast

in a very good mood. She opened the window and raised her hand to

for the end of the traffic

turned 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 she was

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