Chapter 241 Why Don’t You Try to Like Me?
Half an hour later, the car stopped downstairs at Gisselle’s home.
Gisselle pulled out her earphones and pretended to have just woken up. “Ah, we’re here?”
As she spoke, Gisselle had unfastened her seat belt and pushed open the car door to get out.
Roland took off her suitcase. Gisselle dragged her suitcase and stood at the side. “It’s late. I’m going back Samara, Mr. Garza, goodbye.”
Gisselle said as she dragged her suitcase and ran away. Samara stared after her and knew that she did it on purpose.
Sure enough, Samara quickly received Gisselle’s message. “Come on. Since I, the third wheel, is gone. You guys don’t have to be so shy.”
Samara directly ignored the message and pretended not to see it.
She thought, Gisselle always likes to talk nonsense. Humph.
The car slowly started again. Gisselle’s home was not far from Samara’s apartment. It was only about a fifteen–minute drive.
It was downtown, and there were many crossroads. Follow Alaniniz(dot)com For Latest Update Although it was already past eleven o’clock at night, there were many blazing lights in Chicago.
When the car stopped again, Roland suddenly said, “I’m very sorry about what happened last night.”
Roland suddenly became serious, and Samara was not used to it.
She smiled, “It doesn’t seem to be your fault.”
“I could also not fight back.”
Roland paused for a moment and then said, “But I wanted to fight back.”
He had wanted to beat up Chaim for a long time, but he had never had the chance. Last night, Chaim bumped into him, so
Roland didn’t show mercy.
Samara did not want to talk about this topic. “Didn’t you already apologize?”
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Go Away, I'm a Billionairess Now (Samara and Chaim)