Billionaire Lost to His Surrogate In A Love Game

Madeleine propped her head up on the arms, gloomy. "Do you know it darling? A perfect author writes down each word with his
soul. I won’t allow my new supernatural novel to be destroyed by its ending. That will drive me nuts."
Ophelia smiled bitterly.
"Is that so serious?"
"Darling, you should know me best. How dare you ask such a stupid question?"
"Give me your new novel. I’ll read it and make some suggestions."
Madeleine stared at Ophelia with twinkling eyes, snapped her fingers and said, "Darling, you’re my best bestie ever."
Ophelia read through Madeleine’s new novel. She had to admit that Madeleine’s writing excelled. Her work was well-conceived,
and she was skilled in the use of words. No wonder all her novels were snapped up by readers the moment they were put on
sale. Her every book was a bestseller.
"Madeleine, I think this novel is a masterpiece. But if I were the reader, I would hope for a happy ending. Since all your previous
books have tragic endings, if you put another one on this book, the readers will get tired of it. Besides, after all the hero and
heroine have been through, if the heroine ended up dying miserably, even I would come at you with rotten eggs, let alone the
readers. So, I demand a happy ending from you this time. If not, our over ten years of friendship will come to an end too."
"Darling, take it easy. It’s just an ending. Since you prefer a happy ending, I’ll just fall in with your wish."
Ophelia nodded, held the cushion and leaned against the sofa.
"Madeleine, I’ll stay overnight here and go straight to work tomorrow."
"Welcome! This is your home, and you may come whenever you want," Madeleine said.
At night, the two women were chatting in bed. They didn’t turn off the lamp and fall asleep until 12 a.m. Meanwhile, Zachariah,
who was sleeping alone, found it hard to fall asleep. He took out his phone and wrote a text message, "Woman, where are you?
Come back soon. I have something to tell you."
After writing, Zachariah wanted to press the "send" button, but finally, he deleted it.

Hardly had Zachariah deleted the text message than the phone rang, and he got excited instantly. But the moment he saw the
caller ID, he stopped smiling unconsciously. However, soon Zachariah had a gentle look on his face again and answered the
phone.
"Hello, Cora."
Cora’s soft voice came from the other end of the line. "Zach, did I disturb your sleep?"
"As long as it’s from you, you’re not disturbing anything, no matter how late it is."
"Zach, you’re so kind." Cora was smiling happily. "Since I’m calling you so late at night, did I disturb Miss Ophelia’s sleep?"
"She’s not here today, and I’m all alone. Don’t think too much," Zachariah said gently.
Cora remained silent for a long time.
"Cora, are you still listening?" Zachariah asked.
"Zach, I am." Cora’s voice rang out again, "Zach, since Miss Ophelia is not there, may I go over to you? I’m a little scared in the
hotel alone. I want you to keep me company."
Unexpectedly, Zachariah refused her. "Where are you? I can go over to you."
Cora’s voice sounded so injured. "Zach, it’s been a while since I came back, and I haven’t visited your place yet. Don’t you say
you love me all the time? If you love me, why don’t you allow me to visit your home?"
It was unknown what Zachariah was thinking about, but he just replied, "Cora, where are you? Let me go to your place."
Cora grumbled crankily, "Zach, since Miss Ophelia is not at home, I can visit your new home. Or, you don’t want me to do that at
all?"
Zachariah frowned, a hint of displeasure glinting in his eyes, but he still said patiently, "Cora, be a good girl. Tell me where you
are, and I’ll go for you."
In a fit of temper, Cora insisted, "Zach, I would visit your place. If you still love me, don’t fob me off with any more excuses. Just
give me an answer now. If you don’t want me to visit your new home, I’ll go back to Europe right now, and I don’t want to be the
Young Madam of the Chambers Family anymore."

Zachariah’s face darkened. He did love Cora and wanted to spoil her, but that didn’t mean she could overstep the line or do
whatever she wanted to him. He could pamper her unconditionally when she didn’t hit his bottom line, but once she did, he
wasn’t that generous either.
"Cora, you’ve gone too far," Zachariah said in a low voice.
Cora went silent on the other end of the line again.
After a long pause, Cora asked, "Zach, don’t you love me anymore?"
Zachariah softened his tone a little and replied, "Don’t think too much. Tell me, where are you? I’ll go for you."
Cora said, "Zach, I just want to have a look at the place you live. When I asked you for something in the past, you never turned
me down."
"Cora, stop! Tell me, where you are?" Zachariah said with patience.
"Zach, you don’t love me. You don’t love me anymore. If you still do, you won’t turn me down again and again. You don’t even
want me to visit your place."
Cora started to cry on the other end of the line. "Zach, I might have a better future in Europe, but I chose to go back home for the
sake of you. Between the piano and you, I chose you once again, but is this your reward for me going back home without
hesitation?"
Zachariah tightened his grip on the phone.