The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress

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Chapter 145 Your Size Is the Smallest

Ziana was amused by Boris.

She had never realized how humorous he could be

The fourth question of the test was about his size.

Although she had slept with him before, albeit in a dazed state of pain, she had some impression of

his size.

“Come on, Ziana. Admit it, you love me,” Boris said with a snort when she didn’t answer. “I know you don’t want to remarry me right now; you’re just pretending to be coy, hoping I’ll pursue you.”

“You seem to have lost your mind,” Ziana couldn’t help but say. She was speechless and didn’t know how to express her feelings.

Ignoring her, Boris sighed and made a compromise. “Okay, since you’re the mother of my son, I can try to win you over. You just want a way out, don’t you? I’ll pursue you, and then you can agree to remarry me. Are you satisfied now?”

Ziana couldn’t take it anymore and decided to come clean. “Let me be frank with you. I remember

your size because your size is the smallest I’ve ever seen.”

“What?!”

Boris’s face froze. He was furious and couldn’t believe what she was saying.

He was confident about his size.

Ziana pouted and continued, “I didn’t want to remember, but it’s just too small, too cute.”

“Shut up!”

Boris didn’t believe it for a second. He always used the largest size of condoms. How could she say he was small?

But then he thought about the rebound fellow group she was in. There were so many men in there, and who knows if some of them had a natural talent for wooing her.

Did they ever send her any pictures like he did?

He suddenly thought of the photos he had sent her and realized that other men might have sent her photos as well. The thought made him burn with anger.

“Who else have you seen?” He asked through gritted teeth.

If he found out, he would have to chop them up.

Get Bonus

“I’m not telling you,” Ziana refused to answer. “It is none of your business, Mr. Lewis. I know you proposed remarrying me, but I declined. You’re embarrassed and can’t let go, so you keep pestering me. But I’ve made it clear. Don’t deceive yourself.”

The term “deceiving oneself” caused a stab of pain in Boris’s heart.

He tightened his arms.

But Ziana kept saying, “Yesterday, didn’t you say it was my last chance? Why are you bringing up remarrying me again today?”

“What’s it to you?” Boris replied irritably, regaining his composure. “You’re so annoying. Do you believe I’ll throw you off my back?”

Ziana immediately hugged his neck, making it hard for Boris to breathe. Boris said, “Ziana, do you want to murder your husband?”

“It’s the ex–husband.”

“It’s the same thing,” Boris grumbled.

Ziana corrected him seriously, “There’s a big difference.”

“You’re still talking back?” Boris glared at her with an icy expression, an emotion she couldn’t understand. “Do you want to get hurt?” Boris tried to threaten her.