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

Chapter 241 Why Don't You Try to Like Me?

Half an hour later, the car stopped downstairs at Gisselle's home.

Gisselle pulled out her earphones and pretended to have just woken up. "Ah, we're here?"

As she spoke, Gisselle had unfastened her seat belt and pushed open the car door to get out.

Roland took off her suitcase. Gisselle dragged her suitcase and stood at the side. "It's late. I'm going back Samara, Mr. Garza, goodbye."

Gisselle said as she dragged her suitcase and ran away. Samara stared after her and knew that she did it on purpose.

Sure enough, Samara quickly received Gisselle's message. "Come on. Since I, the third wheel, is gone. You guys don't have to be so shy."

Samara directly ignored the message and pretended not to see it.

She thought, Gisselle always likes to talk nonsense. Humph.

The car slowly started again. Gisselle's home was not far from Samara's apartment. It was only about a fifteen-minute drive.

It was downtown, and there were many crossroads. Follow Alaniniz(dot)com For Latest Update Although it was already past eleven o'clock at night, there were many blazing lights in Chicago. When the car stopped again, Roland suddenly said, "I'm very sorry about what happened last night."

Roland suddenly became serious, and Samara was not used to it.

She smiled, "It doesn't seem to be your fault."

"I could also not fight back."

Roland paused for a moment and then said, "But I wanted to fight back."

He had wanted to beat up Chaim for a long time, but he had never had the chance. Last night, Chaim bumped into him, so

Roland didn't show mercy.

Samara did not want to talk about this topic. "Didn't you already apologize?"

"Ah, you knew it. I did it on purpose."

Roland admitted it directly, not saving himself any face.

Samara glanced at him and suddenly smiled. "You are quite honest."

"You dislike playboys, right?"

"Does it have anything to do with being honest?"

Roland narrowed his eyes and wore a faint smile. Then he said gently, "It's not about you disliking playboys, right? Samara, you just don't like feeling insecure. If I were more honest with you, would you think that I was a little more reliable?"

Sometimes, people would be touched when they were flirted with.

For a moment, Samara could not deny that she was moved.

But it was only for a moment. She quickly calmed down. "I don't think I feel inferior to this extent."

"Really?"

Roland curled his lips and looked at the green light in front of him. His eyes glistened. "Why don't you try to like me? Maybe you will be surprised."

Samara also looked ahead. "But I want to earn money now. Mr. Garza, don't you want to earn money?"

"Of course," he replied.

Roland paused for a moment and then added, "But earning money and liking you do not conflict with each other."

Samara smiled but did not say anything else.

Roland's hitting on her frustrated Samara. She would rather he had been defeated on that night and then given up.

Samara was not sure if she would fall in love with someone else again, but she thought the person wouldn't be Roland. Samara

distanced herself from whatever related to Chaim, even though Roland and Chaim were enemies.

The car quickly stopped downstairs at Samara's apartment building. However, Roland did not open the door. He loosened his seat belt and said, "Wait for me for a while." After that, he pushed open the car door and strode back to the convenience store.