Billionaire Lost to His Surrogate In A Love Game

“You...” Savannah was so mad that she was utterly discomfited, “You will regret for what you said today.”
“Don't worry, I won't regret it.”
Without looking back, Ophelia returned to the house. As soon as she entered the room the Chambers family prepared for her
and Zachariah, her expression darkened visibly. She felt her heart was grabbed by an invisible hand or something, leaving her
great pain.
Ophelia hugged the doll on the bed and smelled it, and then she felt much better.
She took out her phone and made a call. After it was put through, she put on a smile and said coquettishly, “Dear, I miss you.”
Zachariah paused, and replied finally, “Knock it off. I'm in a meeting. See you at nine o'clock tonight in our usual place.” Then he
hung up the phone.
Ophelia stared at the phone in a daze.
Although they had been married for four years, they rarely talked heart-to-heart with each other, or perhaps never had.
Zachariah has always regarded her as a woman who worshipped money.
Ophelia spent a whole day in the Chambers mansion. After having dinner with Helena, she drove back to an apartment she and
Zachariah shared in the downtown.
As soon as she got home, she put down her bag and carefully selected the outfit for her date tonight. The usual place Zachariah
mentioned was nothing but a five-star hotel they patronated frequently.
Even if she knew that Zachariah didn't love her, she didn't want him to treat her like a drowned rat.
At nine o'clock in the evening, Ophelia arrived at the hotel on time and pushed open the door to the presidential suite. She was
pushed against the wall by a strong force. The next second, she was caught between the wall and a broad chest.
Smelling the familiar breath, she couldn't help laughing out loud, “Mr. Chambers, aren't you going to ask me if I made your
mother angry at the villa today?”
Looking at her, Zachariah just said replied indifferently, “Mom always has a good impression of you, and she just called and
asked me to treat you better.”

“Really? Since she said so, why are you still bullying me like this, Mr. Chambers?”
Ophelia said with a smile.
Staring into her eyes, Zachariah lowered his head and kissed her affectionately on the lips.
After the kiss, she gently pushed him away, keeping a certain distance between them. Looking at him with clear eyes, she said,
“You are really a Master of Love, Mr. Chambers. You keep saying that you love Miss Fletcher, but you are still entangling with
me. Do you enjoy the excitement of sitting on the fence?”
“I will cut ties with you after the divorce.”
Upon hearing his remark, Ophelia felt a sharp pain in her chest. However, the faked smile on her face turned to be more
unassailable before she continued, “Mr. Chambers, are you reminding me that our relationship is about to end?”
She raised her hand, drawing circles on his chest seductively, and said, “In that case, I think you should not touch me tonight.
After all, we will have nothing to do with each other soon.”
“As long as we aren’t divorced, you are Mrs. Chambers, and you have the obligation to fulfil my physical needs.”
Zachariah leaned forward to get closer to Ophelia.
Lowering her head, Ophelia smiled bitterly, but when she raised her head again, her face was wreathed with smiles, and her
amorous eyes were particularly attractive. Zachariah couldn't help but get distracted for a moment when he met Ophelia’s
alluring gaze.
“You really look like Cora.” Zachariah muttered.
Suddenly, Ophelia’s body stiffened, but she relaxed soon, casually drawing circles on his chest, and replied, “Mr. Chambers,
mentioning another woman to me doesn’t please me, you know. It makes me think that I have lost all my charm in front of you,
and I don’t like that.”
After that, she pulled Zachariah closer and kissed him on his lips.
Zachariah soon gained the initiative and took the lead. Their tongues were entangled and hard to separate.

Just when Zachariah intended to further the kiss, Ophelia pushed him away like a naughty and then asked with a carefree
expression, “ Mr. Chambers, how about having a glass of wine with me to add to the fun?”
Zachariah's eyes fixed on her body like a wolf, and then he said in a deep voice, “Sure!”
Zachariah walked away, and returned with a bottle of 1982 wine and a couple of goblets in his hands.
He gently poured Ophelia half a glass of wine, and handed it to her before saying, “Cheers.”
“Cheers.”
Ophelia clinked glasses with him. Then she swirled the glass gently, so that the wine could be better exposed to the air to
increase its aroma.
“Do you know why I can maintain such a long marriage with you?” Zachariah asked, staring at her through the glass.
“Isn't it because I am just your nominal wife?” Ophelia asked rhetorically with a smile.
“There is another reason.”
Zachariah paused, his eyes squinted, and his thin lips lightly opened, “Because...”