My Billionaire Mom

Chapter 301

Chuck rushed to the door and carefully opened it. He saw Willa holding the plate of spaghetti and walking towards his room.

Chuck felt guilty. Willa was so nice to him that she even served the food to him, yet here he was, sneaking around in her room. Not only that, he even saw her personal clothing. Chuck felt that it was not right to do so.

Since he couldn't find the mask, it meant that it was not Auntie Logan. How could it possibly be her?

Chuck came out of Willa's room and closed the door. Fortunately, the villa was very big. When Willa went to his room, Chuck ran to the main entrance and pretended that he was outside for some fresh air. He said, "Auntie Logan, I am outside."

"Are you bored? Well, I've brought you the food." Willa was just about to knock on his room door when she heard Chuck's voice coming from the entrance.

She then walked over with the plate of spaghetti in her hands.

When Chuck saw the food, he was touched. Originally, it was just an excuse, but Willa's cooking was amazing, so Chuck finished everything.

Watching Chuck finish the last bit of food, Willa's smile deepened and she said gently, "If you are hungry in the future, just tell me at any time."

Chuck was so moved that he couldn't fall asleep when he returned to his room. Sigh. Was it really not Auntie Logan?"

He sighed. It would have been great if he had kissed Auntie Logan.

Unfortunately, it wasn't her. He couldn't find the cat mask in her room. Did she throw it away? That was likely!

Willa returned to her room. She lay on the bed and closed her eyes. After a while, she stood up and took out the cat mask from the bottom of the cabinet. She sat on the bed, touching it with her fingers, a smile on her face. Suddenly, her beautiful eyes dimmed a little.

She muttered, "Chucky, you're only 19 years old, but I'm already 30. There is a large age gap between us. I'm getting old, but you're still so young. We're not suitable for each other."

Willa sighed and sat down on the bed. She couldn't fall asleep. She shook her head in disappointment. What was she thinking?

She put down the mask again. There was a secret compartment that kept a number of things, such as medicine for treating wounds.

......

"Why are you not here? Are you still coming?" Regine sat in the car and curled her lips. She had not slept well recently. It was all Chuck's fault.

He had seduced her at the bar and embarrassed her when she made the first move. At that moment, he must have been laughing at her. Thinking of this, Regine got angry again.

She had been fooling around in the same bar for the past few days, but she hadn't seen Chuck. She thought, "Why did I come here?"

"We're coming," Regine's friends said as they approached her. They did not drive here because Regine's car was spacious enough to fit all of them. Both of her friends were in pairs, and only Regine was single.

"Hey, Regine, didn't I see you flirt with a muscular man the last time we were at the party? That man has a good figure. How did it go? Is he handsome?" Her friend asked jokingly.

Another friend said, "I've seen that man too. He doesn't have many muscles, but the lines were amazing. He's really... perfect. He's definitely handsome! Absolutely!"

"Handsome? No, he was ugly," Regine curled her lips and answered.

"Really? How ugly?" The friend smiled, asking.

"He is just plain ugly. Extremely ugly." Regine was angry at the thought of Chuck, she scolded, "Why did you mention him? He is just a fraud!" All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

"No way, Regine. What did he cheat you on? Your body? It can't be your body, right?" The friend asked with concern.

"How could it be? If he dared to touch me, I'll beat him up. Hmph!" Regine snorted. How could she possibly let Chuck touch her? Impossible!

Her friend then said, "Regine, you can't be like this. I think that man is quite handsome. You should take the initiative and contact him. You see, we already have boyfriends. You must be more proactive!"

"What initiative? Why should I take the initiative?" Regine scoffed in response. She decided that it was impossible. She thought incredulously, "Are you kidding me? Take initiative with Chuck?"

"Yes, take initiative. I think that person must be... eh, Chuck?" Her friend suddenly said.

"What Chuck? That person is not Chuck. Stop talking nonsense!" Regine blushed and quickly became defensive. If her friends found out, she would be so embarrassed.

"No, isn't that loser Chuck?" Her friend pointed somewhere.

Right then, Regine followed the direction she was pointing and saw Chuck walking along the road. It seemed like he had entered a building.

Why hadn't he left Central City yet? If he hadn't left yet, why didn't he go to her hotel? Was it because he needed to pay or was the hotel not good enough for him?

Regine was frustrated. She thought Chuck had gone back. She didn't expect him to still be in Central City. Where was he staying then?

The more Regine thought about it, the angrier she became.

"Regine, why did he enter that building? You mentioned that he is very rich. Could that building be his?" Her friends laughed.

The building was the international headquarters of a film company. How could it belong to him?

"That's possible," Regine said. She was not angry anymore. She thought that Chuck had the plaza and other businesses, so maybe he was indeed the boss of the film company.

At this point, Regine dared not look down on him. If he was not the boss, what was he doing there?

"Maybe? Regine, you've always said that he's rich, but he doesn't seem like it. Instead, he looks like an absolute poor loser. Tell me, did he offer you some sort of benefit for saying that?" Her friend couldn't understand and questioned.

"I swear that he is rich. Why don't you believe me?" Regine was helpless at her friends' doubt. She was scared after the last time Chuck had scolded her.

The friend shook her head, "I don't believe it. Regine, if you insist on saying that he's rich, prove it."

"How do you want me to prove it? Hey, why should I even prove it for him?" Regine was angry. Was she out of her mind? Chuck had lied to her! He even grabbed her chest, and it still felt sore to this day. How long had he not touched a woman?

Regine shivered.

her friend reasoned, "Aren't you always saying that he's rich?"

Regine retorted, "Yes. I've said it. But I don't have to prove it. Believe it or not, it's up to you guys."

"You can prove it. Look, here he comes again... Hey, hey, loser, Chuck!" The friend reached out and called at Chuck.

Chuck, who was passing by, was stunned and he looked over.

Regine was extremely embarrassed. Why did she have this kind of friends?

"Hey, come here. Regine has something to talk to you about. Come here!" Her friend continued to shout.

Of course, Chuck didn't bother to pay them any attention as he had his own business to do. Regine felt embarrassed. He should at least come over. She was so pissed that she stepped out of the car and called, "Hey, come here for a minute."

Chuck hesitated for a while and walked over. After all, it sounded like Regine's tone was somewhat civil.

"What do you want?" Chuck asked directly.

It was not easy for Regine to say it, but she was angry, so she asked, "Hey, you grabbed me at that time. Can't I just tell you to come over?" It was difficult for her to say these words as she didn't want

to admit it.

"Hello, Chuck Cannon, right? Regine has been saying that you are very rich. Is that true?" Regine's friends got out of the car as well and questioned.

"No," Chuck denied. What was wrong with these two women?

"No? I don't think you are either. It seems like you don't have much money, but Regine keeps insisting so. I have to check because I have obsessive-compulsive disorder." Her friend laughed after speaking.

Regine was furious, "Chuck, you're pretending again. You're obviously rich. Why are you pretending that you're not?"

She was very annoyed.

"I'm not pretending. You are all rich," Chuck said.

"We're only average. Just now, Regine mentioned that this international movie company may be yours. Is that so?"

Chuck replied, "No." It was Auntie Logan's company, not his. A film company like that was worth more than tens of billions of dollars.

"If it's not yours, what are you doing here?" Regine's friend snorted softly.

"It's not mine. Can I go now?" Chuck was irritated. He had spent the past few days worrying about Yvette. Naturally, his fuse got shorter with these people questioning him incessantly.

Her friend then said, "Of course, not. Otherwise, Regine might misunderstand. She said that it was yours just now, but it turns out that we were right. Regine, stop saying that this person is rich."

Upon hearing this, Regine felt her anger spike. She reprimanded, "Chuck, why is it so difficult for you to admit that you're rich?"

"It isn't mine anyway," Chuck responded. He was getting annoyed. What was their issue?

"Forget it, Regine. Let's go, we're going out to have fun. By the way, Chuck, did you just go into the building to take photos and show off?" Regine's friend mocked.

He replied, "No, I went in to look for my Auntie Logan."

"Auntie Logan? What is your Auntie Logan doing inside? Is she sweeping the floor or serving tea?" Regine's friends sneered with sarcasm.

Chuck frowned at their words.

"Is your house dirty? Why don't I help you with the cleaning?" Just then, Willa walked over and said with a smile.