Go Away, I'm a Billionairess Now (Samara and Chaim)
Chapter 66

Go Away, I'm a Billionairess Now By Evie Cole Chapter 66 Cry as You Want

"Where do you want to go?"

Samara looked at Roland for a second. Then she asked, "Do you have a cigarette?"

"Do you want to smoke?"

Samara looked at Roland with her beautiful eyes, half-smiling. He did not ask her why she wanted to smoke but just asked if she wanted to smoke.

Samara smiled and nodded. "Yes."

Roland looked at her and laughed. Then, he waved at her. "Come here."

Samara did not move. She pressed the strap of her bag on her shoulder. As she watched Roland turn around and walk out, she said, "I did not say that I would go with you."

She just wanted to smoke a cigarette.

Hearing her words, Roland smiled. When he smiled, the corners of his beautiful eyes bent upward. His thin lips were slightly curved and there was a hint of evilness in them. If Samara was a little girl who did not know much about the world now, she might have followed him if Roland hooked his finger at her.

Unfortunately, she was not an inexperienced girl.

"Do you want to stand here and smoke?"

Samara was stunned for a moment. Then she realized that she was standing in front of the apartment.

It was indeed not a good place to smoke.

"Then where am I supposed to go?"

She lifted her bag and walked up to Roland.

Roland turned around and glanced at her. "No need to go anywhere in particular. My car is parked in front of the building."

As he spoke, he walked over to his flashy sports car and opened the door to wait for her. "Get in the car."

Samara glanced at him. Roland seemed to know what she was thinking. "Don't look at me like that. It makes me feel like I'm abducting a naive little girl."

Samara chuckled and sat down in the car.

Roland closed the car door, went around, and sat in the driver's seat.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from a box in the car, opened it, and handed it to her. "Can you smoke?"

"No." Samara was very honest.

Roland raised his eyebrows and looked at her with a smile in his eyes. "I'll teach you."

As Roland said this, he reached out and took out a cigarette from the box. "Actually, it's not difficult. When you light

the cigarette, take a smoke. When the cigarette is lit up, you can smoke however you want."

It sounded simple as he said it, but Samara choked on the first try. The strong smell of smoke choked her and made her tears fall from the corner of her eyes. She did not know what was so good about smoking.

With just one try, Samara did not want to smoke anymore.

Roland took out an ashtray from the side. "Give it to me."

Samara reached out to give him the cigarette in her hand. Roland directly put it out in the ashtray. Then, he looked at her. "You are not happy. Do you want to go for a ride?"

Samara shook her head. "I have a headache from the wind when I came back."

She was sober, but she was not feeling well.

Probably because she just choked on the smoke, Samara felt that her idea of smoking was a little silly.

She glanced at Roland and asked, "Am I silly?"

"Let me see."

As soon as he finished speaking, Samara found his looming face in front of her.

Samara subconsciously leaned back. The expected pain didn't come. Roland had put his hand on the back of her head. When she bumped into his palm, it was soft.

At a close distance, Samara didn't see the usual indifference and smile in his eyes. When he stared at her, his eyes were

filled with affection.

Just as Samara was about to raise her hand to push him away, Roland had already retracted his hand. "You are indeed a little silly."

As he spoke, he snorted. "Can Chaim be better than me?"

Samara liked Chaim, but she had no feelings for Roland.

Hearing his words, Samara couldn't help but smile. "But he is more faithful than you."

Although Samara wasn't the one Chaim loved, he was a faithful man. He loved Serena and was faithful to her all the

time.

It had only been half a year and he couldn't wait to bring Serena back to the country.

It was true that Chaim really loved Serena so much.

Samara smiled and her eyes suddenly turned cold. There were tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, but Roland's finger had already reached the corners of her eyes. "If you're unhappy, then cry. You don't have to be strong."

He wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes. He grabbed her wrist with one hand and put his other hand on her cheek. Samara was directly pulled into his embrace. Roland said, "Cry as you want. I can't see your face now."

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