Semua Bab The Billionaire's One-Night Stand!: Bab 1 - Bab 10

"Mr. Patrick… You're back already??" Flora uttered a sentence, and she felt extremely uncomfortable, as if a burning fire was burning through her body. All over her body, from top to bottom, there was a burning sensation everywhere. "It's hot! Brother Patrick...! I want water...! Cold water..." When Matthew stepped out of the bathroom, What caught his eye was the erotic image of the girl lying on the bed. He can even hear the small moan from those pretty pink lips. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her thick eyelashes seemed to hold a few tears. This girl's face was much more beautiful than he had imagined, at least more beautiful than the "high-class call girls" that the others had prepared in the past. "Are you so eager to serve me? Unfortunately, for the time being, I have no interest in these flirting games, so I had to let you sleep through the night without doing anything." As soon as he finished speaking, he was lying on the space on the other side of the large bed, pul

By this time, Flora had returned home. Flora's mother has a small flower garden. Her mother and she relied on the profits earned from the flower garden and on each other to live. As soon as she entered the house, she saw the scent of flowers filling the air. Roses are in full bloom, red in the corner of the garden. Her mother was busy all the time, cutting each beautiful rose, folding it up, and preparing to bring it to the flower shop. "Mommy." Her mother heard her daughter's voice, only turned her head to look, then resumed her busy work. “The roses are blooming beautifully, and I cut this one-off. The next one that blooms will probably be in time to decorate your engagement… But I thought you would pick up Patrick. Why didn't he come back now?” Flora stepped forward to lend her mother a hand. Her mother frowned as she watched her daughter clumsily cut a flower stem and begin to nag. “You messed up again, and only Patrick can handle you… Stand aside, don't entangle my hand.

Some delicately made sweet breakfasts on the table, including Flora's favorite green tea tiramisu. She rested her hand on the table, puffing her cheeks at the opposite man. "Do you want to hurt me fatter or what? I didn't fit my dress earlier, ate many sweets, and it didn't fit. Are you going to expand again?" Patrick laughed, pushing a plate of green tea tiramisu from the middle of the table in front of her. "You can't gain weight in a few days, even if you finish eating this cake. Moreover, it's okay to gain another one or two pounds, you'll be prettier, and I'll... love you more." Green tea tiramisu has an eye-catching light green cake base mixed with a thick cream of smooth white sprinkled with green tea powder on the cake, which is highly stimulating to the hungry caterpillar in the stomach. In Patrick's attentive gaze, Flora held a small spoon and turned the piece around to see where to get her hand down. Patrick's eyes were filled with tenderness. He coughed slightly, cat

Seven years had passed in the blink of an eye. In a small house located in a narrow alley of the city, a little girl was clinging onto Flora's legs, refusing to let go while sobbing and begging: "Mom, take me with you... I want to come with you..." Flora had a vision that her daughter would cry and cling onto her for fifteen more minutes before she could finally leave. If she hadn't left, she wouldn't have made it. Looking at her daughter's round eyes filled with tears, Flora was at a loss for what to do. Suddenly, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching from the staircase. A young boy appeared, around the same height as the little girl, yawning and stretching. Flora see like pleading with her son for help with her eyes as she frowned "Paul, let go of your mom. She needed to find a job. You won't get cake to eat if she doesn't have a job," a young boy said. Did she really need to tell him that she needed to find a job urgently? She had lost her previous job and income, and n

Arriving in front of the interview room, she took a deep breath before knocking cautiously. From inside, a female voice responded: "Come on in." The candidate's resume was on the table, and the direct interviewer, a woman in her forties, was very distinctive. But the candidate dared not mention that the interviewer was the general director's fiancée, her imagination was too far-fetched. Flora tried to maintain a professional smile, but it seemed a bit silly given the attire she wore that day. The interviewer pulled down her glasses, frowned, and looked at the candidate in a manner similar to a teacher looking at a student. She hesitated before setting her pen aside and asked: "Your appearance..." Without saying it directly, she glanced down at the candidate's appearance, making an "x" sign with her fingers. Flora responded, "Yes, my appearance may not be as attractive as some people, but please believe that my abilities are excellent. I graduated from a prestigious university with