One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire’s Sweet Love

The window had an open seam, and fresh air, which fanned the curtain from outside and expelled the alluring scent from inside, ventilated the room.

As she gradually came around, she found herself lying flat in the bed. Her lower belly felt incredibly swollen, and especially between her thighs, she felt a lingering, burning sensation.

The space beside her in the bed was empty. It seemed that the man had left.

With this thought, she knew she could unreservedly occupy the whole bed.

She reached out and pulled the quilt over her head, burrowing within. She was upset with herself; her heart winced as she tossed and turned in the bed.

She could still detect the man’s faint aroma and, though somewhat resentful of it, did not have the strength to push the quilt off of her.

She rolled off the bed and eyeballed the room; it was unimaginably big.

She exited the bedroom and entered a hall. The marble flooring felt cool under her bare feet.

There was a set of new clothes neatly folded on the couch for her. They were newly bought based on the price tag still attached to them.

The clothes were simple yet elegant. She could guess their price and brand by merely touching the high-quality fabric. This was confirmed when she looked closely at the price tag; this was luxury good from a high-end brand.

She did not want to accept anything from the man, but looking at the bathrobe on her, she decided that she could not possibly walk around in just it, so she took the clothes and proceeded to change in the bedroom.

The hand phone rang after she barely finished.

The ringing interrupted her thoughts, and she walked over to pick up the phone.

She was slightly stunned at the displayed caller ID: Gu Xingze. She was stricken with guilt in her current circumstance and in answering the call.

Why was she bursting with guilty, though?

She pondered. The ringing eventually stopped when she did not answer, but after a few seconds, the phone rang again from his call.

She sipped her lips and connected the line.

“Hello?”

“Shishi?”

His voice came through; it sounded a little husky though gentle, as if he were trying hard not to startle her.

The concern in his tone made her eyes burn with tears.

She walked to the window and lifted the curtain to the side, causing bright sunlight to flood in and sting her eyes.

“Er, Xingze.”

“Qin Zhou told me that you got drunk after a drink last night. Are you home right now?”

“I…” She did not know how to respond.

She was clueless on where she was, actually.

Outside the window, she could see a panoramic, scenic view. This villa was at the peak, overlooking the entire garden with beautiful landscape.

“I…”

“It’s good that you are safe and sound at home. Did you just wake up?”

He mistakenly assumed on his end that she had just woken up and invited, “I’m downstairs at your place. Are you willing to have tea with me?”

She replied with a start, “I’m… I’m not at home.”

There was a long pause from him.

“Where are you?”

His car was parked just outside her apartment. He got off it and looked up at the shuttered windows to her place; his brows furrowed quizzically.

“Where are you? I’ll pick you up.”

She held her throbbing head resignedly. “You don’t have to pick me up; I’ll go back… shortly.”