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

Chapter 97

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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?”

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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.

“Then see you tomorrow.”

As she spoke, Samara unbuckled her seat belt and pushed open the car door.

“Samara.”

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.

“Mr. Garza?”

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“You haven’t answered my question just now.”

Samara was stunned for a moment. That was not a simple question.

While she was in a trance, Roland was already in front of her.

The two of them were separated by 3 feet. Roland lowered his head and looked at Samara, asking, “Is it

difficult?”

As he spoke, he scoffed. “If you find it difficult to answer it, it means that you are disappointed.”

Although Roland knew the answer, he still couldn’t help but ask. It was human nature.

Roland smiled helplessly, “Just go home.”

Samara looked up at him and pursed her lips slightly. She also asked a question, “When did you like

me?”

Probably he did not expect her to ask this. Roland was dumbfounded for a few seconds. He looked at

Samara and suddenly smiled, “Samara, only my girlfriend is qualified to ask me this question.”

“Oh, then I won’t ask.”

She smiled, “I’m going home. Be careful on the way. Thank you for tonight, Roland.”

She called him Roland, not Mr. Garza.

Roland looked at Samara’s back and narrowed his beautiful eyes. He suddenly felt that tonight he was

not fruitless.

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