I've been planning our rendezvous for a long time. I merely want to borrow money, but I didn't expect the shackles between us to become increasingly tight.

I had no choice but to look for a father for my child, but I didn't expect to find one for myself.

Billionaire's Sweet Wife

I thought he was mostly sleeping, but when I pushed open the door of his bedroom, I saw him sitting against the bed, holding the documents that Jeffrey Scott probably had just sent.


Seeing that I came back, he closed the folder and looked at me. When he saw me empty-handed, he asked, "Where are the things I asked?"


I went over and said, "I can't give it to you yet. If you want to eat fruit, I can wash it for you."


"No, I'll take it for you first, and I'll give it to you when you are ready."


"I'll just look at it, don't smoke it."


I snorted softly, "You treat me as a three-year-old child so gullible."


"Bring it quickly, or I’ll go downstairs and buy it myself."


I pouted, took the cigarette out of my pocket and threw it to him. Then I sat down in the chair beside his bed and said, "You are not allowed to smoke here."


Chapter ２２