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.

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

that other than being a playboy, everything was fine

was not comfortable.

not stand it since

Samara was not an ordinary girl.

indeed touched, but nothing more.

brushed her teeth and climbed onto the bed. In just

in the morning, before the alarm

she always woke up on

the side and put it on. When she went out to make breakfast, her gaze swept past the food box on the table

Roland’s soup last night, she had

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

more than

morning. Samara had already left home early. If there were no accidents, she could reach Elephant Group at a

arrive on time since there was a traffic

to bear it since she couldn’t forecast it

in a very good mood. She opened the window and raised her hand to lean on the side of the

end of the traffic jam.

seat by the window. She was

wore a white, round–collar 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 she was on stage, playing the