Go Away, I'm a Billionairess Now (Samara and Chaim) novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97 Are You Disappointed?

Chaim did make Samara disgusted tonight. It had been so long since they divorced. Even if Gloria spread rumors about her

being kept, Samara would just treat it as a joke.

To her, life in the Humphrey family was already the past, and Chaim was just an ex–husband.

Samara did not want to care about who was right and who was wrong in the past. Since they were divorced, they were strangers to each other..

Samara thought that it let her down the most on that night when Chaim pressed her to kneel down in the Humphrey family memorial hall. Unexpectedly, what Chaim said just now made her even doubt his character.

Samara looked at the flashing neon lights outside the car window. When she came back to her senses, she suddenly remembered something. She turned her head to look at Roland who was driving beside her. “Didn’t you drink?”

It just so happened to be a red light. Roland slowly stopped the car and looked at her sideways. “I only drank a little.”

Samara looked at him and asked, “Is it a little? Or did you not drink it at all?”

Roland did not directly answer her question. Instead, he looked at her and smiled, “Take a guess.”

Roland paused. “Are you still sad?”

“I’m not sad.”

Samara glanced at the necklace on his neck and was a little dazed.

What happened tonight really caught her unprepared.

How did the person four years ago become Roland? Why did she wake up later and meet Chaim in the room?

Thinking of this, Samara had a headache. She couldn’t help but raise her hand and press her temple. “Was it really you that. night four years ago?”

Roland turned around and leaned over towards her. “Are you disappointed to know that it was me?”

He stopped smiling. When he looked at Samara, his eyes were as deep as a bottomless lake. But she was reflected in his eyes. Samara subconsciously wanted to retreat a little, but Roland raised his hand and pressed her back.

The red light in front turned green. Their car was in the front row, but it was motionless. The car in the back kept pressing the

horn and urging them.

Samara could not help but raise her hand and push Roland. “It was a green light.”

Roland’s eyebrows twitched, then he turned around and started the car again.

As for that question, Samara did not answer, and he did not ask again.

Silence returned to the car. When the car stopped downstairs of Samara’s apartment, Roland spoke again, “I will drive the car

back tonight and return the car to you tomorrow morning. You won’t mind, will you?”

After all, Samara had just made use of Roland more than half an hour ago to irritate Chaim. So she could only agree and nod.

Just as Samara closed the car door, Roland, who was in the driver’s seat, came down and stood beside the car to look at her.