The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee novel Chapter 148

Chapter 148 Jack of All Trades

The next morning, Ziana woke up early.

She went to knock on Boris’s door and informed him that they were leaving to find Ms. Damara in

half an hour.

“So, Mr. Lewis, you better hurry up and get ready, and don’t dawdle,” she said.

But when she returned half an hour later, Boris was still in his bathrobe, looking like he had just

taken a shower.

His muscular upper body was s*xy and perfect, with water droplets sliding down his muscles, and

his hair was still wet.

Perhaps because of impatience, his gaze was a bit sca**ered when he looked up, and the stray hair hanging down from his forehead made his eyes look even more dim.

What a fresh and handsome man!

But Ziana didn’t even bat an eyelash. Not only that, she even felt like blowing up.

She looked him up and down, and said bluntly, “Don’t tell me, you just started to clean up.”

“Mm,” Boris said flatly, “I overslept.”

Ziana was getting angrier, “Didn’t I call for you?”

“You should have come into the room and called me,” Boris said, looking at her, “That way, I

wouldn’t have fallen asleep again.’

Taking a deep breath, Ziana asked, “So, how much longer do you need?”

“Half an hour, maybe longer,” Boris said, glancing at her, “Are you in a hurry?”

“I’m in a hurry to separate from you,” Ziana said truthfully, “Can you hurry up?”

“I can’t,” Boris said, turning to walk back into his room, “If you’re in a hurry, you can go by

yourself.”

If the rules of the program allowed for solo activities, she would have left on her own a long time

ago.

Who would want to be with him anyway?

Ziana licked her lips and repeated, “Hurry up.”

“I can’t,” Boris said calmly, slowing down his movements even more than usual.

So Ziana saw him slowly walking, slowly blow-drying his hair, slowly making breakfast…

Get Bonus

It was still only 6:30 in the morning, and there weren’t many netizens squatting in the live stream room, with few bullet comments.

But since the two of them appeared on screen together, the live stream room became lively.

[The early bird catches the worm! I just entered the live stream room and saw Mr. Lewis’s beautiful body. I’m so lucky!]

(What’s going on? Why do I feel like Mr. Lewis likes to take his clothes off in front of Ziana?]

[Can this scene be broadcast live?]

[You’ve discovered the point! Mr. Lewis looks like a peacock displaying its feathers to attract a mate!]

[The point should be that Ziana is about to blow up. I have a feeling that Mr. Lewis will get beaten up

soon!]

[…]

Ziana really wanted to hit him. She couldn’t bear it anymore and asked, “Are you still going to have breakfast?”

To her surprise, Boris turned out to be a picky person, saying, “Not only do I need to have breakfast, I need to have a good breakfast. Have you had yours? Let’s have breakfast together later?”

Ziana snorted, “Stop it. I’ll treat you to breakfast.”

She walked over, turned off the stove, and lightly put her hand on his wrist.

Boris didn’t know what she did, but he suddenly felt weak all over.

He watched her drag him out of the room, unable to resist, and then pushed into the car.

Strangely, when she let go of his hand, that lost strength seemed to slowly return to his body.

He sat in the passenger seat, looking thoughtfully at her, but the question he asked was, “What are you going to treat me to?”

“Air and a punch, take your pick,” Ziana started the car and looked over at him.

Her lips curled into a slight smile, but there was impatience and threat in her eyes.

Boris’s eyes deepened a bit, and he raised an eyebrow indifferently, “I choose not to eat.”