The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee By Vera Whitehead novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141 You’re Disgusting

Nell quickly opened a presidential suite and helped Boris inside.

It was already late at night.

Boris had actually consumed a fair amount of alcohol that evening, and now that the alcohol had hit him, he stumbled and collapsed onto the sofa as soon as he entered the room.

Since Nell couldn’t carry Boris any further, she went to get a thin blanket and covered him with it.

At this point, the hotel staff had delivered hangover pills and water.

After thanking the waiter, Nell went to the sofa and whispered, “Mr. Lewis, please take some pills and drink some water.”

Boris had his arm over his eyes and couldn’t tell whose voice it was, but he subconsciously assumed it was Ziana.

He relaxed and murmured, “Feed me.”

What?

Nell was shocked. This was the first time Mr. Lewis had ever made such a request.

However, as an excellent assistant, Nell hesitated for only a second before deciding to comply.

After all, he didn’t want to lose his job or be sent to Firia!

Nell poured the water into a ladle and brought it to Boris’s lips, spoonful by spoonful.

At this point, Boris was nothing like the cu**ing strategist he was during the day.

When the water was almost finished, Nell was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Boris suddenly shook violently.

He couldn’t believe what was happening as he looked at Boris’s hand.

Boris’s hand was holding onto Nell’s and rubbing his fingers on the back of his hand, sending

shivers down Nell’s spine!

What the hell…

What was going on here…

In a split second, Nell’s body reacted before his mind caught up.

He tried to withdraw his hand, but Boris held on tightly. He had to exert a little force, and Boris opened his eyes, displeased.

Their eyes met.

When Boris closed his eyes, he saw Ziana, but when he opened them, he suddenly found Nell. It was an indescribable feeling.

Boris glared at Nell and said angrily, “What are you doing here?”

Nell thought, “I’d love to leave, but aren’t you the one holding me back?”

He coughed and said, “Mr. Lewis, please let go of my hand.”

Boris realized he was holding Nell’s hand and immediately let go, grumbling, “Nell, you’re disgusting!”

Nell was speechless, “Mr. Lewis, it was you who insisted on touching my hand…”

As Nell spoke, he met Boris’s threatening gaze, causing him to quickly change his tune, “Alright, fine. It was me who put my hand in yours, Mr. Lewis.”

“Get out,” Boris warned coldly, “Don’t tell anyone what happened tonight!”

Nell felt like he had been pardoned and quickly made his escape.

The hangover soup had done its job to some extent.

Boris sat in a daze for a while, then took a shower before finally lying down on the bed and falling

into a deep sleep.

He wasn’t sure if it was due to the alcohol or something else, but he dreamt of his first meeting with

Ziana.

It was in Lewis’ backyard.

Eighteen-year-old Ziana, wearing a white dress, has bright features and brown curly hair.

She stood in a colorful flower bed, looking just as beautiful as the spring.

When she saw him, she smiled and said, “Hi, I’m your fiancée. I’m satisfied with you, so I’m here to

fulfill our engagement. You have the right to refuse, but if you refuse me, I will go to someone

else.”

Boris’s drunkenness had a real impact on Ziana.

She didn’t sleep well all night because of him, so she woke up very grumpy the next morning.

Viewers of the show could feel her depression through the screen.

[What’s wrong with Ziana? She doesn’t seem very happy. Hey, where’s Mr. Lewis?]

[I came here around six in the morning, and Mr. Lewis was not there…]

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[Weren’t they sleeping in the same room last night? Does anyone know what happened?]

He sneaked a glance and noticed that the group was called “Backup Maintenance Base,” and

couldn’t help but wonder.

A rebound fellow group?

Who would bring all their rebounds together in one chat group?

Wouldn’t there be endless fights in that chat group?>

Mr. Zern was very curious and continued to sneak a peek with his eyes askance, and then he saw

Ziana send a message.

Queen Ziana: [@All members, Yokley City, Warren Hotel, Room 606, someone come to keep me

company.]

In less than half a minute, the quiet group became active.

No. 88: [Yo, who is this? Could it be that I miss Ziana so much that I’m seeing things?]

No. 111: [It can’t be Ziana’s. She’s currently participating in the Coupling Reality Show. How could

she remember us?]

No. 169: [Sigh, who can understand the feeling of falling in love with a free-spirited girl?]

No. 88: [Only thinks of us when she needs something? Too late! I don’t think anyone will have any

success with her today!]

No. 372: [She has us, why does she still need to participate in the Coupling Reality Show? What’s the

meaning of this?]

No. 9: [@372 What’s the meaning? She doesn’t love us any more! She’s fickle! She’s looking for

some new men!]

No. 88: [Did you all hear that? I’m the first one not going! Bros, have some backbone, don’t go!]

No. 483: [Today, we are all poor souls abandoned by Ziana! I, for one, am not going. My heart has been shattered.]

Ziana raised her eyebrows slightly.

Mr. Zern saw the messages in the group and thought she couldn’t find anyone, causing him to worry even more.

Just then, the notification sound suddenly rang incessantly.