The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee

Chapter 82

Chapter 82 Do You Remember the Agreement?

As soon as Vivi finished speaking, she knew she was wrong.

Because being so misbehaving would make Boris unhappy.

She quietly raised her eyes and looked toward the man.

Sure enough, She met his dark eyes.

Vivi pursed her lips, Boris never liked her interfering in his personal affairs.

He smiled lightly and said nothing.

Ziana didn’t answer either but looked at her calmly with a pair of clear eyes as if she could see through her hidden thoughts at a glance.

The atmosphere was extremely awkward.

Vivi was embarrassed, and just about to smile to ease the atmosphere, at this moment, Zezili’s

voice came.

“Is Ziana here?” he asked with a smile and with a loud voice, and his footsteps gradually approached, “Yesterday Boris said that he would invite you here. I have been looking forward to it since early this morning. I just saw Boris’s car from upstairs, I thought you should be here too, so I

came here to pick you up.”

Ziana tilted her head to look at Vivi, and said with manner, “See, I am a friend invited by Grandpa Lewis. As for Mr. Lewis, he is my junior.”

Boris gave her a sideways look, and asked coolly, “You also take advantage of this?”

Ziana spread her hands, “If you don’t take advantage when you have a chance, you’re a bastard.”

Boris snorted.

Ziana responded to Zezili and walked inside.

Listening to the conversation between the two of them, Vivi felt uncomfortable, so she went forward to greet Boris calmly, “Boris, you today…”

“Why are you here?” Boris asked with a frown as he changed his shoes.

He didn’t expect that when he asked Ziana to come over, Vivi would happen to be there, so he couldn’t help feeling a little restless and subconsciously wanted to pull his tie.

It was only when he touched the neckline that he realized that the tie was gone, so he paused, then unbuttoned it, and then asked, “Why didn’t you call me before you came?”

Vivi remembered the tie that Ziana took away in the video, and her eyes darkened.

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She quickly smiled and said, “It’s been a long time since I came to see Grandpa last time. I came here today since I am free. I want to give you a surprise.”

“Don’t give me such a surprise again,” Boris glanced at her indifferently and went upstairs.

Vivi looked at Boris’s back, her face was a little ugly.

If she hadn’t seen the video of Ziana and Boris on the Internet, she would have no idea that they were dating today!

Although everyone was guessing that the person wearing the mask was Yaron, she recognized it immediately, it was Boris. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

No one knew how restless she was at the time.

Without notifying her, Ziana and Boris went to a place where only couples would go. Could it be that they want to fix their relationship?

No.

No.

Boris could only be hers.

It took her five years to get to this point. She was about to marry Boris and become the young mistress of the Lewis family. She must not make any mistakes.

That was why she hurriedly packed up and came to the Lewis family’s old house.

The marriage had been delayed again and again, the main reason was that Zezili disagreed, and she came here today mainly to please him and leave him a good impression.

Vivi thought of her purpose, took a deep breath, adjusted her mood, came to the living room, and called Grandpa sweetly.

Zezili didn’t answer her.

She was not annoyed, she still kept smiling, and looked at Ziana, “Miss Scott, don’t be reserved

here, Grandpa and Boris are easy to get along with, just take here as your own home.”

“Ziana raised her eyebrows, and when she was about to speak, she heard Zezili rushing to say,

This is Ziana’s home, why would she need you to teach her this? But you, don’t talk too much when you’re in other people’s homes!““”

The smile on Vivi’s face suddenly disappeared.

She opened her mouth to explain, but the two people were chatting enthusiastically, and they didn’t give her a look.

She choked on her chest, turned around sullenly, and simply went upstairs to find Boris.

Vivi quickly came to Boris’s room.

She knocked on the door lightly, but no one answered.

The door was ajar, so she pushed it open and entered.

There was the sound of splashing water inside.

She followed the sound and walked inside, and saw the silhouette of a figure reflected on the glass of the bathroom.

Boris was taking a shower!

Vivi’s face turned red.

She subconsciously felt that it was not the right time to come, and she was about to walk out on tiptoe but stopped suddenly after taking two steps.

Why should she leave?

Wasn’t this a great opportunity?

As long as she took advantage of this time and went into the bathroom to dedicate herself, maybe she could marry Boris.

She believed the reason why their relationship stagnated was lacking intimate body contact.

If she didn’t take the initiative, was she going to watch Boris and Ziana reconcile?

A trace of calculation flashed across Vivi’s eyes.

She went back to the bathroom.

Boris was still showering.

He didn’t seem to notice anyone coming in at all.

Vivi took a deep breath, calmed down the tension and expectation in her heart, and secretly cheered herself up.

Finally.

She slowly raised her hand, grabbed the handle of the door, and gently pushed it in.

It didn’t move!

He locked it?

Vivi couldn’t understand.

Why did he lock the door when he took a shower in his own room?

At this moment, Boris’s vigilant voice came from inside, “Who is there?”

Immediately afterward, the sound of the water stopped.

Vivi’s feet were nailed in place, and it was too late to leave.

She answered truthfully, “Boris, it’s me.”

Across the door, no one spoke inside.

About two minutes later, there was a rustling sound.

Vivi could imagine what he was doing just by listening to the voice, and couldn’t help but feel

blushing.

Just as she was thinking wildly, the bathroom door opened.

She looked up quickly.

Boris walked out.

He only wore a bath towel around his waist. He was tall and straight, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. The water droplets that hadn’t been wiped off slipped into the place covered by the bath towel along his smooth mermaid line.

Vivi slightly licked her lips.

Boris didn’t look at her, just walked past her and sat on the chair.

His hair was still dripping, but in this way, his brows and eyes were even more deep and dark.

He lit a cigarette, bit his teeth, and took a puff. While wiping his hair messy, he exhaled cloudy smoke rings, “Come here.”

Like a demon, she came to his front in small steps.

Just as she was about to sit down, the man raised the corners of his lips and smiled sarcastically, “Are you allowed to sit?”

Her movements froze, and her expression was a little dazed, “Boris…”

“You’re getting more and more unruly,” Boris finished wiping his hair, threw the towel aside casually, picked up the cigarette he was biting with his slender fingers, flicked it lightly, and the ash fell to the ground lightly.

Vivi remained silent.

“How long have you been with me?” Boris asked.

Vivi said softly, “Almost five years.”

“It seems that you still remember,” he leaned lazily on the chair, holding a cigarette in one hand and resting on his upturned leg with the other, “then do you still remember the agreement we

made?”

Vivi’s face turned pale instantly, “Remember.”

“Tell me,” Boris said with a smile.