My Billionaire Mom novel Chapter 236

Quinn held back for a while, she was embarrassed and she wanted to tell the truth. But how could she say it out?

"Tell me, what could it be except water?" Chuck got more curious.

"It’s...soda," Quinn blushed like a red apple, and muttered it in a low voice.

"Oh, that makes sense, it should be soda, I wondered what it is, so slimy..." Chuck laughed.

This woman was weird. What’s wrong with the canned food? Did the rich people feel embarrassed to drink soda? Why did she need to hide it?

"Stop, okay?" Quinn collapsed, just felt so ashamed.

Why would she have such a dirty dream in his car that day? And she even...

Quinn struggled, what on earth was she thinking?

She sighed in her heart. In the past few days, although she did not have that kind of dream every night, she did it again yesterday, and on the bed...

“Shouldn't I feel sick to do something like that with a man younger than myself? Why do I keep dreaming about it?” She couldn’t help but blame herself in her heart.

Quinn didn't understand what’s going on in her mind, he just saved her twice!

"Alright, since you promised to renew Zelda's contract, I don't know how I should thank you. I'll just send you a few cartons of soda. Which brand of soda were u drinking at that time?" Chuck asked.

He planned to go online and order them.

And he would especially get the expensive ones.

"I don't want it! Also, can you stop bringing it up?" Quinn was annoyed.

"Alright then," Chuck shrugged, he was lazy to continue anyway. Since she had already agreed, there was no need for him to keep the conversation going. Plus, Auntie Logan was still waiting for him at home.

However, when Chuck approached closer to Quinn, he could smell the charming fragrance of her body. It was not perfume, but women's natural fragrance. She was very hygienic, wasn't she?

Chuck looked behind her for a few while, and Quinn was annoyed, "What are you looking at?"

"Do you really spend money on your private part care in the beauty salon?" Chuck was really curious about it.

Did it have anything to do with him?

"None of your business?" Quinn stared.

How should he put it, this Quinn suddenly agreed inexplicably, which made Chuck change his expression about her a little bit. Maybe he still hated her, but not all the time.

"Didn't you say you want to sleep with me? Am I supposed to ask you about the detail?" Chuck joked, how could he touch Quinn? Chuck couldn't provoke such a temperamental woman!

"If you want to sleep with me, do it now, don't just gossip it all day long! It's better sooner than later!" Quinn was particularly annoyed, she thought of last night's dream, that’s really...

Why did she become so disgusting? Quinn felt disappointed about herself.

Chuck looked away from her and got into the car without saying a word. Quinn's beautiful eyes cooled down as she spoke, "I'm warning you, do not ever bring up the water incident anymore."

"Fine," Chuck didn't talk back. She had already promised to renew the contract, why would he bring such a trivial matter up again?

Nonetheless, the smell was not bad. It was fragrant and even had a hint of the sea breeze's scent. Anyway, it was very special. It was a pity that he didn't know what kind of soda she drank at that time. Was it a new flavor? He would buy some for himself some other day.

But Chuck was worried that Quinn would go to Zelda's restaurant to gloat, so he added, "By the way, don't tell Zelda that you bought that street."

"Why not? I'm proud of my acquisition. Why can't I tell?" Quinn's tone was icy.

This time around, it was Chuck's turn to freak out. If Zelda knew about it, she would definitely refuse to continue with the contract. He quickly said, "President Miller, how about..."

"Who told you to call me President?" Quinn interrupted him indifferently.

"Sister Miller?" Chuck blurted out. He couldn't bring himself to call her that, but he had no choice but to compromise.

"Quinn, call me Quinn."

"Okay," Chuck nodded. "What can I do for you so that you won't tell Zelda?"

"I want you to beg me," Quinn replied arrogantly.

"This woman is such a control freak, isn't she?" Chuck thought to himself. He then sighed, "Fine, I'm begging you."

Chuck thought that he would do whatever that makes her happy and there was no need to quarrel anymore since he was in a hurry to see Auntie Logan.

It was already noon. Auntie Logan must be hungry.