Go Away, I'm a Billionairess Now (Samara and Chaim)
Chapter 182

Chapter 182 Realistic

Roland smiled and rubbed her head like coaxing a child. "Don't be angry. What do you want? I'll win it back for you."

Samara glanced at him. She did not speak, but her expression softened a little. "Thank you. I don't want anything."

Just as Samara finished speaking, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by Roland. Before she could react, he grabbed her hand and raised it up to slap him in the face. With a slap, everyone looked over.

Samara was stunned for a moment. Then she pulled back her hand. "Roland, what are you doing?"

"If you are angry, you should vent your anger. Don't hold it back to yourself."

As he spoke, he paused. "You can't hit Chaim when he makes you angry. But I am not him, you can do whatever you want."

When Roland said the last sentence, his smile didn't vanish but turned a bit cold.

For some reason, she felt sorry for him.

Samara looked at Roland and thought of herself for the past few years. Her heart softened slightly. "I'm sorry, I'm not angry."

She was not angry. She was just a little tired.

"You are not angry. You just don't like me.

"Let me send you back," Roland said self-mockingly..

Samara looked at him and wanted to say something, but in the end, she remained silent.

On the way back, no one spoke in the car.

Samara looked at Roland, who was checking the traffic through the window. For the first time, she felt a little guilty.

Roland just wanted to make her happy.

He didn't do anything wrong.

Twenty-five minutes later, the car slowly stopped. Roland handed her the umbrella and did not send her off for the first time. "Sorry, I went too far tonight. Good night, Ms. Novak." Samara took the umbrella and glanced at him. She wanted to say something but failed. In the end, she only said, "Good night."

Maybe that was good. Right now, she was not in the mood for another relationship.

Samara got out of the car with an umbrella. The wind was a little cold. She subconsciously pulled her coat.

When she pulled the coat, Samara realized that it was Roland's coat.

However, when she turned around and was about to return the coat to Roland, he had already driven away.

Samara looked at the car that was speeding away and suddenly smiled, "Is he so realistic?"

However, it was also true that Roland was a playboy. It was normal for him to give up after spending so much time on her and being rejected.

Samara did not have any thoughts about Roland. She just felt that she might have hurt him tonight. Other than a bit of guilt in her heart, she did not have any other thoughts. However, if Roland finally gave up on her after tonight, it would also be a good thing.

Thinking of this, Samara felt less guilty. She held the umbrella and went back to the apartment.

Samara did not look back. So she did not know that two minutes ago, Roland's car reappeared where they parted.

Roland stopped the car. He rolled down one-third of the window and counted the apartment floors outside. He didn't stop until he found Samara's floor.

Did he give up?

No way!

However, to impress a woman, one needed some strategies.

Roland smiled. When he saw the lights in Samara's apartment were on, his eyes also lit up.

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