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

Chapter 68

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

other than being a

comfortable. What Roland sent over was soup,

not stand it

not

indeed touched, but nothing more.

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

next day, early in the morning, before the alarm clock rang, Samara woke

day, she always woke

a 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

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

not very good. There were some car accidents on the road,

more than

had already left home early. If there were no accidents, she could reach Elephant

it was already good enough that she could arrive on time since there

it since she couldn’t forecast it in

mood. She opened the window and raised her hand to lean on the

end of the traffic

he saw Samara sitting in the driver’s seat by the window. She was

and comfortable. She placed her hand on the steering wheel, and her index finger tapped on the steering wheel bit by bit.

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