Billionaire's One Night Stand

Chapter 79

"Oh?"

Chloe Bishop was stunned and soon returned to the topic. "Stop, stop, I was not supposed to talk

about this. When the party is over, Ragib came to me. Do you know what he said?"

"What? Did he want to date you?" Zoya asked.

Chloe almost fell down again for Zoya guessed it correctly. But she would not admit such kind of thing.

"You don't need to take it seriously. He will tease any beautiful women he saw." Zoya said something

that made Chloe feel at ease.

"Oh, that's good." Chloe patted her chest in relieve. "But then he asked me a another question. He

asked me what my surname was?"

"How did you answer?" Zoya also sniffed and became nervous

"I just said that my surname is xia."

"And then?"

"He asked if it was xia from the name 'Chloe Bishop'!" Chloe widened her eyes. "You can't imagine how

strange his smile was when he asked it. Zoya, do you think that Ragib has recognized me?"

Zoya was also startled. She nodded and said, "I am sure he did!"

"What! What should I do?" Chloe grabbed her hair and walked around the room. "I came in with a mask

as a maid. I was here to see if Aman has a mistress. But we have a marriage agreement requiring that

we can't expose our relationship or interfere with each other's life. If he knows that I am here, can it be

seen as me violating the agreement?"

Zoya nodded again. "Well, you have interfered with his having fun with a bunch of women, and you

have disguised yourself to sneak in... You broke the contract."

Chloe stopped and clutched her hair. "Did I?"

Although they had committed more or less violation to the agreement before. For example, Aman had

slept with her after she fell asleep, and she had gone to the Emperor to investigate if he was gay...

But no matter what, she couldn't let Aman know this!

She could no longer stay here.

"No." Chloe suddenly said, "I have to pack up right away. If Ragib tells Aman my identity, he will

threaten me again!"

"Hey, hey, Chloe, don't worry." Zoya saw that she was about to leave. She advised, "Maybe Ragib

didn't tell Aman. You can continue to observe there for a few days, but... the premise is that Aman has

not discovered your identity."

Zoya seemed to be looking forward to seeing Chloe develop a relationship with Aman. So this friend of

her could be her long term source of financial support!

After listening to Zoya's words, Chloe remembered Aman's eyes when he turned back to look at her in

the afternoon...

"No, no, no, I have to go right away." Chloe became more uneasy. "Zoya, let's stop there."

"Hey, Chloe..."

Chloe immediately hanged up the Wechat video call!

After that, she quickly packed up her things and was ready to ask the supervisor of the servants in the

castle of the Emperor for a leave...

"Knock, knock!"

There were two knocks on the door.

Chloe's heart almost jumped out of her chest. "What... is it?"

"I'm the director." The supervisor's voice came from outside.

Chloe put on her mask, walked over and opened the door. "Director, what's the matter?"

The supervisor stood outside the door and glanced at her room. "What's wrong? Why do you pack

things?"

"Director, you come just in time." Chloe said, "I have something urgent at home. I want to ask you for a

leave..."

"Don't talk about your business." The supervisor immediately said, "The Young Master wants you to

come over and serve him. Hurry up."

Chloe widened her eyes. "What? What do you mean by the Young Master asking me to serve? There

are so many servants here, why did he choose me?" Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

"OMG!"

Couldn't she be exposed?

"This is your fate. If the Young Master is happy and thinks that you've done a good job, maybe you'll

get a raise of salary or a promotion." The supervisor looked at her face with a mask and remembered

what she said in the afternoon. He frowned and warned her, "If you're ugly, you have to work harder.

Working hard is the only way for you!"

Chloe almost burst into tears!

She was really not that ugly.

She said in a quavering voice, "Then... will... will I be sexually harassed?"

"You?" The supervisor gave her a disgusted look. "You won't have the chance even if you want to."

She was speechless. "..."

For some reason, after hearing the supervisor's words, she even had the illusion that she was an ugly

woman herself.

"Who is the Young Master? He is the first president of America. He has a beautiful wife in the Ninth

Dragon Villa. How can you have a chance with him?"

"...Yes." The corner of Chloe's mouth twitched.

Thank you for his compliment... It seemed that except servants from the Ninth Dragon Villa and Aman,

no one here had seen her. Maybe they only knew that Aman was married.

"Don't stand there. Hurry up and follow me." The supervisor muttered as he turned around. "Perhaps

you have impressed the Young Master dealing with Miss Dior this afternoon. You have a strong

personality..."

"...Yes."

Chloe lowered her head and had to follow him.

The supervisor took Chloe to a leisure area in the castle, a aquarium.

In the luxurious aquarium, there was a large bathroom decorated in Turkish style. vapor was rising from

the surface of the warm water. And the floor was covered with gorgeous golden tiles, luxurious and

dazzling.

There was a big water bed beside the bath pool. A tall and sexy man was lying on it, only with a white

towel tied under.

His shining dark hair was wet. It was cut accordingly, forming a beautiful line with his side face.

"Young Master." The supervisor came to him and said, "I am coming to send the maid from the Ninth

Dragon Villa."

"Go out." Aman closed his eyes.

"Yes."

The supervisor warned Chloe to serve Aman well with eye contact and then left.

He even closed the door.

The atmosphere suddenly died.

Chloe lowered her head to her chest. She stood aside shivering and did not speak.

"Why are you standing so far away? Come here," Aman said in a deep voice.

Chloe walked over.

"Give me a massage." Aman did not open his eyes. "Can you?"

Chloe didn't say anything. Looking at this handsome man in front of her, she felt that her nose was a

little hot.

His eyes were closed and his side face was beautiful and suffocating. He had a tall nose and a

beautiful jaw-line extended all the way to his ears.

His neat sword-shaped eyebrows were heroic, and his thick eyelashes reflected a faint shadow under

his eyelids. Being seen from any angles, his facial features were flawless and beautiful like a sculpture.

Such a perfect-looking person could also have prominent status. It was hard not to blame god for his

unfairness when creating men

It seemed that he owned all the good and beautiful things... His presence was to remind others of their

humble existence.

Hearing no response from Chloe, Aman opened his eyes. "I'm asking you." Chloe came to her senses

and said, "Yes."

Aman looked at Chloe, whose face was covered with the long and thin fringe on the forehead. Through

the crack of the fringe, Aman could see her bright eyes below.

When Chloe saw that he was staring at her, she hurriedly bowed her head and walked over, ...

She stretched out her two hands and pinched Aman's broad shoulders, but then stayed there.

Aman turned around half of his face. "Do you know what massage is? you can't stop until I tell you so."

"... I see."

Chloe then lowered her head again and gave him a massage on his shoulders.

She tried not to look at his body, which would make a woman's nose bleed. She continued to press his

shoulder. It turned out that he called her here for a massage?

Aman laid his head on one side and looked at the little face of Chloe and her long eyelashes... He

slightly lifted his lips, but did not reveal her disguise.

"Are you the maid from the Ninth Dragon Villa?" Aman asked her.

Chloe paused for a moment and continued to press. "Yes."

He couldn't recognize her husky voice, could he?

"There are only two maids in the Ninth Dragon Villa." Aman looked at her. "Why can't I remember there

is a maid with the same hairstyle as you, who also wears a mask and have a strange voice?"

Chloe was nervous and sped up her hands. Young Master, I had my hair cut and fell on the ground,

hurting my face. I also ate too much junk food and had a hoarse voice."

She could only make up a story.

Otherwise, in this case, what should she do? Should she admit that she was Chloe Bishop?

When Aman heard her call him Young Master, a teasing smile appeared on his lips. "Then, how is the

Young Madam?"

Chloe was stunned again and stammered, "...

She is okay."

"Bucky said that she went out?" Aman asked, "Where did she go?"

"I don't know."

Chloe said the three words directly.

"I asked you to keep an eye on her."

Chloe pressed faster and her nails pierced his skin.

Aman frowned. "Do you know how to massage?"

Chloe glanced at him and hurriedly lowered her head. "... I'm sorry."

"Go on." Aman closed his eyes again.

"...Yes."

Chloe walked over again. He was not satisfied with her massage, so she clenched her fist to punch his

back.

"Sit on me." Aman said.

"Huh?"

"Haven't you seen a massage before?" Aman closed his eyes. "You are too weak, sit on " me."

Chloe swallowed a few times... "Does he often call the therapies or servants to give him massage in

this way? So... so lecherous!"

Chloe's heart was beating fast!

"Come up, do you hear me?" Aman saw that she was standing aside with her head lowered,. He

opened his eyes and looked at her.

The corners of his eyes lifted. He could give off an invisible and terrifying pressure when he stared at

others!

Chloe moved her lips. "...Yes."

She climbed onto the bed and sat on his waist with a hot face in a complicated mood. Kneeling on her

knees, she used both hands to punch his shoulders.

Such a posture... She felt so embarrassed! Chloe kept lowering her head.

Aman closed his eyes. His deep voice like a cello sounded again. "Your Young Madam often asks me

about the person in my heart."

Chloe froze.

"I do have a person in my heart."

Chloe licked her lips.

"Sure enough, he has..."

It could make sense. He was almost 30 years old. It was impossible for him to not to have fallen in love

with a woman. It was nothing unusual.