Billionaire's One Night Stand novel Chapter 1154

"Look at you. What a good-for-nothing you are."

"Yes, I'm just that good-for-nothing." Zoya got even angrier when she said that. "But what's the result? I want to encourage myself to make more money to buy a house. If I ruin it for you, all my efforts will be in vain!"

Ragib closed the newspaper. "What am I shouting about? Shouldn't women be happy to receive gifts? Look at other women receiving men's cars and villas. Which one of them didn't throw themselves into their arms right away? I'm just paying for the rest of the house. If you want the villa, I can also give it to you."

"I don't want it!" Zoya said angrily, "If you think those women will take your things, then go find those women!"

"You came again?" Ragib said, "Okay, let's not talk about other women. It should be fine to mention your friends, right? Look at how touched Miss Chloe is when she receives Aman's gift. That's what a man wants to see, isn't it?"

To give things to women, wasn't it just to make them happy? Wasn't it to make everyone happy?

Ragib didn't understand why Zoya was so angry.

"You still dare to mention Chloe? Chloe and Aman are married!" Zoya said hatefully, "She took her husband's gift with her husband's money. It's perfectly justified!"

Ragib let out a lazy snort. "Then do you mean... that you want to marry me? That's why you want to take my things?"

"Shut up!" Zoya said angrily, "Who said I'm going to marry you? I'm just your girlfriend, so I don't want to rely on you to buy anything!"

If she was together with Ragib, then there was no need for him to do anything else.

Then what was the point of her life?

In the past, she looked down on those women who didn't work hard and wanted to live on men... Could it be that she also wanted to live a life that Ragib bought for her?

"IT!!"

Shouts of pain filled Zoya's heart.

"Then was the one who gave you that gift, right? It's only right and proper for me to give something to my girlfriend," Ragib said. "There's no need to stand on ceremony. Go cook."

Zoya's body fell weakly to the ground, lying on her side on the sofa.

Ragib glanced at her. "If you don't want to cook, then let's go. Eat outside..."

Ragib was just about to take out his car key when Zoya pushed herself up and sat up slowly.

After a while of struggling, Zoya accepted her fate and said, "Forget it. I'll do it... It's my fault. Why should I be your girlfriend? I should have known that we're not on the same level."

Ragib frowned. "What do you mean?"

"It's nothing. You should thank you for the surprise. Thank you for paying me back." Zoya said like self-hypnosis, "It at least proves that you are willing to spend money for me. I have some weight in your heart..."

"It's good that you understand." Ragib felt that she had finally come to her senses. He smiled and said, "You can tell me what you want in the future."

"No, it's not necessary." Zoya said, "Your gift is too precious. I can't afford it. I'm going to cook."

In the end, Zoya floated in front of Ragib in a wandering state and went to cook.

Zoya was very depressed. When she thought of Ragib or he would buy anything from her in the future, she sighed while cooking. Her self-esteem had been hit.

She always felt that she was self-reliant and self-reliant enough. But in the end, would she still be independent in this situation when Ragib was like this?

At dinner time.

Ragib tasted the dishes made by her and nodded in surprise. "Yes, you still have some culinary skills. Although it cannot be compared to the dishes made by those high- level chefs, it's still edible."

"Can it be eaten?"

Zoya looked at the hard work she had made for the meal. "Only one meal is available in his mouth?"

However, she did not have the strength to complain...

"It's my great honor. When I cook, I can be praised by you, Ragib."

"Not bad, keep it up." Ragib said, "I've said before that I won't dislike the dishes that you are cooking."

"If you don't mind, you don't have to come here to eat in the future," Zoya thought.

Ragib glanced at her. "You don't want to eat?"

Zoya sighed. "Eat all the dishes. I don't have much appetite tonight."

"What's wrong? Are you not feeling well? Tomorrow, you have to go to the hospital to check your wound. I will accompany you to see it." Ragib said.

"No, it's not a big deal. It's just a minor injury on my arm," said Zoya, "but you should give me a call when you pay for the room in the afternoon. Maybe I'll be happier. In short, don't pay for me randomly in the future. I'm your girlfriend because I want to enjoy..." "You don't have to fuss about this. It's so boring."

"Also, I have two things to tell you." Zoya looked at Ragib.

What Zoya made was Chinese food. Ragib was eating the dinner she made. Although he could not compare to the high- level chefs, he ate with great relish.

It seemed that compared with the shadow left by Chloe's dishes, the dishes made by Zoya were delicious!

"What is it? Tell me." He nodded.

Zoya said, "First of all, just thought about it. When have enough money, I will return it to you."

Ragib stopped eating and looked at her with a frown. "What did you say?"

"I said I'll give it back to you when I have it."

"You don't want anything from me?"

Ragib said, "Then are you rejecting my good intentions? You said that you wanted to spend some time bonding with me, didn't you? Isn't it normal for a boyfriend to buy something for his girlfriend?"

Zoya lowered her head slowly.

"If you don't want it, doesn't it mean that you don't want to cultivate a relationship with me?"

"I didn't say that either..." Zoya softly replied.

"Since it's not that, then it's fine." Ragib said, "If not, you want me to watch as my woman goes to work from 9 p.m. to 5 p.m. every day, and you also have to provide housing... and don't do anything. This isn't something a man should do."

Hearing Ragib's words, Zoya's eyes actually felt a little sour.

Although she wanted to self-reliant and become a woman who didn't rely on anyone, obviously, every woman wanted to be cared for and liked to have a man who could help her.