Billionaire Lost to His Surrogate In A Love Game

Chapter 8 Sign the Contract

“If you don’t have any objections to this agreement, you can sign your name on it. Once you sign the divorce agreement next week, they will be yours,” said Zachariah.

Ophelia put down the agreement and said with a smile, “You are so generous. It’s actually pretty great to be your woman. Don’t worry. I will obediently sign my name on the divorce agreement next week.”

“It’s fine for you to be obedient,” said Zachariah.

Ophelia smiled as brightly as ever.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Chambers.” Ophelia said with a smile. NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

“I’m going to a meeting later. I can’t have lunch with you. Take this card. You can order whatever you want.” Zachariah handed her a card and said.

Ophelia stood up, took the card, and grinned, “Well, I will take my leave now. Will you come back for dinner tonight? I will ask Mrs. Miriam to prepare your favorite dishes.”

“I have a dinner appointment tonight.”

Knowing that he would be busy, Ophelia replied with a considerate smile, “OK, I’ll go back first.”

After that, Ophelia walked out of the office confidently in her high stiletto heels.

Sitting on the sofa, Zachariah stared at Ophelia’s disappearing figure with complicated feelings. Even after the door was closed, he was still watching. Nobody knew what he was thinking in his mind.

Under the sympathetic and gloating gaze of the employees, Ophelia left the company with a calm expression.

After getting into the car, Ophelia finally gave up on her pretending and leaned on the steering wheel, crying her heart out.

After crying for almost five minutes, Ophelia wiped off her tears bitterly and murmured to herself, “Zachariah, even if you give me false sweetness, I would deceive myself that you love me.”

After a long time, Ophelia drove the car out of the parking lot.

Ophelia parked the car in front of an old apartment building, withdrew the car key, and took the elevator up to the 9th floor.

Then she got out of the elevator, stopped in front of apartment 908, and knocked at the door, “Madeleine, are you home?”

Almost half a minute later, the door was opened from inside. A woman, who had wild hair and wore pajamas with baby bear print appeared in front of Ophelia with a drowsy look.

“Ophelia, I stayed up writing until 3:30 a.m, and didn’t sleep until 4:00 a.m this morning. Why do you have to come at noon? I’m so sleepy.” The woman, who Ophelia called Madeleine, was Madeleine Lowe. She shared the same surname as Ophelia, but they were not related by blood. They simply had the same surname.

Without asking for her permission, Ophelia went into the house and changed her shoes into a pair of slippers. When she saw the degree of “dislocation” inside, she couldn’t help but twitch the corners of her mouth and said, “Madeleine, you are a lady. No matter how lazy you are, you should at least clean up the house. How am I supposed to walk in such a mess?”

Madeleine walked into the bedroom indifferently, threw herself onto the bed, and fell asleep again.

Shaking her head, Ophelia could only help clean the house that was literarily a garbage dump.

By the time she finished cleaning up the house, an hour had passed already.

Ophelia wiped the sweat from her forehead and said, “Madeleine, you damn lazy woman! I can’t believe how lazy you can be.”

After dropping the rag into the trash can, Ophelia washed her hands, and went into the bedroom.

“Madeleine, it is time to wake up. I have already ordered for food and two dozen of beers. Accompany me for a drink later.” Ophelia said.

Forced herself to open the eyes, Madeleine looked at Ophelia with sleepy eyes, and said in a tone that was slightly tingled with irritation, “What happened to you and Zachariah?”

“He is divorcing me.”