Billionaire Lost to His Surrogate In A Love Game

Chapter 369 Entanglement

Ophelia helplessly looked at him, saying, “President Chambers, do you hear me?”

Zachariah pinched her cheek. “Woman, you're sick yourself. The doctor even said you might die, so your task now is to take care of yourself. As for other things, you leave them behind.”

Ophelia cannot help laughing.

Zachariah kissed her on the lips and said lovingly, “Don't bother about others?”

Ophelia conceded, “President Chambers, Madeleine is not others and she is my best friend.”

Zachariah looked at the determination in her look and he conceded, “OK, I promise. I will keep James from Madeleine. But if they fall in love with each other, I will not intervene in them.”

Ophelia nodded.

Zachariah wanted to spend some time with Ophelia, but the door was opened. Zachariah looked over and frowned.

Ophelia’s smile faded away while seeing the woman by the door.

“Zachariah, I heard Miss Lowe is also in the hospital, so I asked my mother to push me over to see her.” Cora Fletcher with a pale face sat in a wheelchair, and her voice was a little slouchy.

Ophelia wanted to get up, but the wound was pulled.

Zachariah grabbed her and said, “Don't move.”

Ophelia smiled at him.

Cora Fletcher, in a wheelchair, looked at Zachariah caring about Ophelia, her fingers tightly clasping the wheelchair, and veins on the back of hands stood out.

“Zachariah, after you left me yesterday, I also fainted. You don't care about me?” Cora Fletcher said.

Zachariah frowned.

“Cora, be good. I will make time to see you. But now Ophelia is not well and she needs to rest, so you go back now, OK?” Zachariah asked with patience.

“Zachariah, you didn't do this to me before, even if my finger was cut once, you will worry and comfort me for a whole day. But now I had an abortion for you, committed suicide for you and almost fell downstairs. Don’t you worry me?”

Zachariah was annoyed.

Ophelia raised her hand and patted the back of his hand, “President Chambers, I think Miss Fletcher is not well. How about sending her back to the ward?”

Zachariah just looked at her.

Ophelia subconsciously avoided his eyes and said with a low voice, “President Zachariah, you send Miss Fletcher back first. Anyway, you owe her an explanation.”

Zachariah understood what she meant. He was the one who had caused the complicated relationship, and it was up to him to deal with it. If he cannot handle it well, both women would be hurt.

He can deal with a billion projects without a change of face, but now, he was so upset involved in two women's entanglements.

He kissed Ophelia on the forehead and said, “I'll be back soon.”

Ophelia nodded.

Zachariah, Cora and Mrs. Fletcher went out, Cora Fletcher looked at his back with eyes full of sadness.

She took a breath and said, “Zachariah, you're in love with her, aren't you?”

Zachariah paused and said, “She's my wife.”

Cora pursed her lips as Mrs. Fletcher pushed her back into the hospital room in silence.

“Zachariah,” She said, “Help me put Cora to the bed.”

Zachariah thought about it, and finally bent over to lift her. Cora put her hands around his neck and looked at him obsessively, saying, “Zachariah, am I lighter and uglier? You have not looked at me for a long time. I become ugly, so you don’t love me so much like before.”

Zachariah calmly put her on the bed and pointed at the couch. “Mrs. Fletcher, why don't you get seated and have a talk here?”

At this time, Cora uttered, “Zachariah, I want to talk with you alone.”

Mrs. Fletcher looked tired, not as brazen as she had been yesterday.

“Zachariah, you have a talk with Cora. I'm a little tired, too. I don't want to get involved and I am waiting outside.” Perhaps frightened by Mr. Fletcher’s talk of divorce, Mrs. Fletcher softened a little.

But Zachariah walked and stopped her, “Mrs. Fletcher, please sit down. There are only two nurses in Ophelia's room. I don't want you to disturb her.” He said.

With that, the faces of Both Mrs. Fletcher and Cora Fletcher changed.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Cora Fletcher's pretty face becomes particularly ugly, and her voice becomes piercing, “Zachariah, are you afraid my mother will hurt your wife?”

Zachariah sitting on the sofa with his feet crossed, he looked like a king. Perhaps he didn’t want to maintain the appearance of a gentleman, and he was like the king of the commercial empire at the moment.

“Trust your neighbors, yet pull not down your fence. Before, I was not willing to break up with you, but now I will never allow you to harm Ophelia.” Zachariah showed his attitude.