Billionaire's One Night Stand novel Chapter 284

"To have their Spring and Autumn Dream!" Chloe said in a fierce voice, "If I don't let them get what they want, I will stay with Aman for the rest of my life. I am so angry with them!"

"Yes, it is because of your imposing manner." Zoya said, "They estimated that you didn't stand out to respond, so they felt that you didn't dare to meet the media. They didn't want this to be the truth. This time, they must be comforting yourself that you and Aman were not married."

Chloe felt that there was a resentment in her throat.

She had to admit that women were really imaginative creatures, although she was also a woman...

"By the way, haven't you come out yet?" Zoya said, "Even if you have physical reasons, it has been a month, right? Do you really want to stay in Aman's greenhouse and enjoy your life?"

"What favor? What are you talking about?" Chloe's eyes widened. "He is my husband. He should treat me well!"

"Well, it's true. When will you come out?"

Chloe shrugged her shoulders and said, "You can do it now."

"Oh! Are you coming out to see the media?"

The excitement of Zoya made Chloe suspect that she was waiting for her to go out, which caused a sensation in the media circle, so that "Star Knowing" would have a hot headlines again...

"You..." The corner of Chloe's eyebrows twitched. "Who said I'm going to see the media? Can't I see my 'lilly' perfume situation? Can't you go out for a walk? Can't you ask about the Chloe family?"

Who said that she must go to see those media?

If she didn't respond to the outside world, she would also be Aman's wife! She would be the one who won the red money!

It was useless even if those young ladies didn't believe it, but it was useless to curse them for divorce!

"The Chloe family?" Zoya was stunned. "By the way, have you ever learned about the Chloe family's past? Recently, I went through the media and it seemed that the Chloe X and his wife had developed overseas, but I couldn't find any relatives in the Chloe family at home..."

"A few days ago, Aman took me to the Chloe family's address. I wanted to go back when I was free to see if there were any clues." Chloe said, "After all, if I was an orphan, everyone would want to know about their parents."

He sighed.

She really didn't know much about the Chloe family.

"What? Aman took you there?" Zoya was shocked. "Where is he?"

"In City."

"..." Zoya paused for a moment and said, "Is it the place where your friend circle posted the photo last time?"

"Yes." Chloe nodded. "There have been too many things recently. Bishop Family asked people to dig my parents' graves, my child... and the sale of lilly perfume. Aman told the public about our marriage. In short, I don't think it's a big deal."

"Chloe, don't think too much about the past. You will have children in the future."

Chloe smiled and said, "I know, but I won't forget about it."

She was very clear about how her child was lost.

On that day in Bishop Family, Kate gloated at her, which made her understand that it must be Kate who ordered Dior to go to the cemetery.

That woman was waiting for her...

"Haha, that's right." Zoya laughed. "After all, Aman is so kind to you. He will have a baby with you no matter how much you want."

Chloe frowned. "How many more are there?"

What did he take her for?

She laughed and said, "Well, are you. calling me so that you can be with me?"

"No?"

"No." Chloe raised her eyebrows.

"Anyway, I have to go to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow. If have time, do I need to go to your newspaper office?"

"Oh, okay." Zoya said, "Let's not talk about it. I hope that everything goes well. The king of gambling has come to Zayn. It seems that he is going to hold a grand gathering. I'd like to see if he can work with other newspaper companies..."

After hanging up the phone, Chloe didn't care much about what Zoya said, because her attention was all on the gift box that Aman sent her.

She opened the lid bit by bit. "Is it a flower, a dress, or a big white, or a little yellow?"

The lid was opened. Chloe's face froze.

The clothes were clothes.

However...

The castle's living room, the black and luxurious European private room, all showed that the owner of the castle was not an ordinary person.

Under the extravagant light of several low-hanging, diamond-studded chandelier, more than a dozen men in suits and leather shoes, sitting or standing in front of the sofa or window in the reception room, formed a magnificent aristocratic picture.

Aman was only wearing a white French T shirt, black trousers, and even a tie. But at a glance, people would know that he was the king here, the man with the highest status.

The maid gently poured the wine into his cup and tried not to make a sound.