The Billionaire’s Temporary Bride

Rosiley didn’t realize Rorey’s hate for her was deeply rooted. But even if she knew it, she would not care at all. She hated Rorey just as much. There was nobody else she hated more than her.

Rosiley left the party and was going to take a taxi to Sachin’s house.

After all the hostility she had suffered tonight, the first person she thought of was Sachin.

The man looked unapproachable but could always cast away the shadow of her heart and warm her.

Rosiley was eager to leave and didn’t notice a person standing not far away.

“Rosiley!” A man called her softly.

Rosiley stopped and looked back.

A man in a black tuxedo, who stood under the streetlight, exuded the extraordinary elegance and dignity. With the soft glow falling on him, he was dazzlingly attractive.

“Sachin?” Rosiley was a little surprised to see him but she was delighted, too.

The moment she thought of him, he was here!

When she saw Sachin, she felt magically reassured. “Why are you here?” Rosiley went to him quickly.

“Take you home.” He stood there with one hand in his pocket and smiled slightly.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Seeing this, Rosiley let her guard off. She didn’t feel sad until now and wanted to hug him.

“Can I… hug you?” she looked up at him with the weepy eyes, like a bullied puppy begging for comfort.

Sachin froze a moment, and the next second, he nodded, spreading his arms wide.

Rosiley threw herself into his arms and encircled his waist with her cheeks against his chest.

His smell surrounded her and his strong heartbeat echoed in her mind, which was reassuring.

Sachin held her so gently and kept caressing her hair, “Why are you so depressed after winning the fight?”

Rosiley shook her head, “I’m not depressed. I’m just tired of all those rumors and quarrels.”

She felt something wrong and looked up at him confusedly, “How did you know I won the fight?”

Sachin pressed her head against his chest, “Because I know everything about you.”

Rosiley soon understood what happened, “Were you at the engagement party?”

“Yes.” His reply was short but made Rosiley feel warm.

No wonder he was here waiting for her. No wonder he was in the formal evening dress.

“Did you ask Zev for help?” She caught the point.

“It is my most merciful way to deal with them.” Sachin didn’t deny it and said in a cold tone.

“Thank you!” Rosiley Tang felt touched.

Tonight she had endured the spite from Rorey along with the misunderstanding and criticism from others. The party was like a torture for her.

Without Zev’s appearance, the insult might have been worse.

Although she won the fight, she was exhausted. But she felt better when she saw Sachin.

“I said, where I am, no one can hurt you.” Sachin pulled her back and touched her cheeks tenderly, “If you continue confronting Rorey like this, you might get hurt. Leave it to me. I will handle it.”

“What are you going to do?” Rosiley blinked and asked curiously.

“I will tear them apart once for all.” With the piercing eyes, Sachin kept a straight face, like the ruthless King ruling over the world.

Rosiley was sure he was not joking. She shook her head with a smile, “I agree with you. But we don’t need to do that right now. It’s just the beginning of the story. I’d like to enjoy the victory by slowly torturing them. I will take all my things back from Rorey and Yunis!” Rosiley said resolutely.

Looking down at her, Sachin took a second thought and agreed reluctantly, “OK. It’s up to you.”

“Next time I want to deal with them on my own, without your help.” Rosiley made another request.

But this time Sachin hesitated, “It depends.” If the farce happened again like today, he would still lend a hand.

“I will be more careful. Just take it as a lesson this time.” Rosiley crossed her fingers and made a promise.

“We’ll see. Let’s go home. I’m looking forward to your thank you gift.” Sachin didn’t answer directly. He held her hands and went to the car.

Rosiley sat in the seat and was puzzled, “What thank you gift?”

“You just said thank you to me. A verbal thank is not enough. I prefer the actions.”

Sachin tilted his face and traced Rosiley’s lips with his long fingers. His eyes were burning and telling exactly what he wanted.

He was addicted to her. The gift was an excuse. He wanted to kiss her.