The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee

Chapter 289

Chapter 289 Five Years Ago 5

At that time, Boris and Ziana had been together for almost a month, and he knew Ziana’s daily routine. Ziana was accustomed to going to bed at exactly nine o’clock every night.

Generally, Ziana would not come here during the day as she would be busy learning

various things.

She would only come over after 5:30 p.m., and she would never arrive later than 7 p.m.

After Ziana arrived, she would have dinner with Boris and chat with him for a while. Ziana would leave just after 8 p.m.

Boris wondered if something had delayed Ziana today.

He kept looking at the clock and lost all interest in the materials he was reading.

Feeling agitated, he threw the laptop to the side and repeatedly rubbed his forehead.

He did not have Ziana’s contact information or a phone number, so he had no choice but

to wait for her.

Finally, at 8:30 p.m., Boris couldn’t sit still anymore and got up from the bed with his

cane.

He went to the door, and the security guard outside looked at him curiously and asked, “Mr. Lewis, is there something you need?”

“Hasn’t Miss Scott come today?” Boris tried to make his tone sound less nervous.

The guard checked his watch and said, “Perhaps something has held her up, but Miss

Scott usually goes to bed at nine and is unlikely to come now.”

Boris felt inexplicably disappointed but more worried. “Has she encountered any tricky situations? Does she need help?”

The security guard was assigned to protect Boris and didn’t usually interact with Ziana,

so he didn’t know much about her situation.

He answered honestly, “I don’t know. Why don’t you ask Lynn later? Lynn takes care of

Miss Scott.”

Lynn was a maid who would come with the doctor every night before Boris went to sleep to check on him and report to Ziana.

After the doctor finished his checkup, Boris stopped Lynn and politely asked, “I want to ask why Miss Scott didn’t come today.”

Lynn knew that Miss Scott admired Boris very much, so she naturally treated him with respect. “It rained today, so Miss Scott didn’t come.”

Boris still didn’t understand. “Why didn’t she come just because of the rain?”

“Miss Scott doesn’t like the rain. She doesn’t like stepping on water or getting her shoes wet,” Lynn smiled and reminded him, “You should also get some rest. Miss Scott is unlikely to come today.”

Knowing that Ziana was not in any trouble, Boris felt relieved, but there was still a void

in his heart.

After 9 p.m., Boris had planned to read for a while longer. However, today, after Lynn left, he lay down on the bed even though it was still before 9 p.m.

Initially, Boris thought about the Lewis family, but later he thought about his own injury. Finally, his mind wandered to Ziana. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Annoyed, Boris covered his eyes with his hand and let out a helpless sigh.

Boris believed that Ziana was intelligent, kind, likable, talented, and hardworking. Her beauty was just one of her many advantages.

Boris thought that Ziana, who was only sixteen years old now, would be even more attractive to men when she became an adult in a few years.

He never doubted her charm because he knew how attractive Ziana was to him.

Before meeting Ziana, he never knew that there could be a girl who matched his preferences so perfectly.

Unfortunately, Ziana was too young.

Boris could only treat Ziana like a little sister, a savior, but not as a woman. He knew he couldn’t view Ziana from a normal man’s perspective.

In Boris’ eyes, having such thoughts about her was an insult to Ziana.

Boris believed that Ziana’s feelings were straightforward and pure. Ziana regarded Boris as a friend and an older brother, and she would never think of anything else.

Boris could not stop thinking about it, feeling disgusted with himself, while also reminding himself to be more careful in the future.

As Boris was lost in thought, his drowsiness disappeared.

He became more alert and more aware of the sounds around him.

Boris decided to sit up and pull back the curtains. He noticed that it was still raining heavily outside.

Boris stood there with his cane, watching the rain for a long time until his room’s door was suddenly knocked.

A sweet, feminine voice came through the door. “Boris? Are you asleep?”

“Ziana?” Boris raised an eyebrow in surprise. By the time he hobbled to the door with his cane, a smile had already spread across his face.

As expected, Ziana stood outside the door.

She was wearing princess pajamas, with her hair cascading down, making her look soft and cute. She smelled sweet and fragrant.

Boris’ gaze swept from her face to her feet. His brow furrowed as he pulled her over to the sofa and said, “Take off your shoes.”

Her slippers were damp and uncomfortable, and her toes were curled up anxiously.

Boris didn’t forget Lynn’s words. He fetched a towel and carefully dried her feet before asking, “It’s almost ten o’clock. Why aren’t you sleeping yet?”

Ziana hesitated for a moment, seemingly troubled by something, and replied nonchalantly, “I’m just thinking.”

Boris’ brow furrowed again, and he asked, “What are you thinking about? You can tell me. Maybe I can offer some advice.”

Ziana looked at him with an academic expression. “It’s actually related to you.”

Boris became interested and smiled lightly, “Go on.”

Ziana took out an eye mask from her small bag and said, “I made this for you. My favorite Hello Kitty will keep you company. I personally embroidered the pattern on it. You can wear this tomorrow if you like it. It looks much better than the black one.”

Ziana thought Boris’ left eye was completely blurred and gruesome, despite looking slightly better than when she first met him.

Boris was confident about his appearance, but he didn’t want to see his ugly eye after the accident, so he chose to wear an eye mask.

However, Boris’ cold temperament made him look even more intimidating with the eye mask. His housekeeper, who had seen him before, said he looked fierce.

Ziana’s eyes sparkled as she looked at him, and Boris paused before taking the

with a faint smile.

eye mask

He thought he had never used something so cute before, but it was a gift from Ziana, and he didn’t want to disappoint her.

“Okay,” he indulged, “I’ll wear it tomorrow. Did you stay up late just for an eye mask?”

Ziana smiled wryly, shaking her head. “No, I don’t know what happened. Actually, I had made up my mind not to come today because it’s raining, and I’ve always hated rain since I was a kid. But when I lay down, all I could see was you.

She appeared deeply troubled, “I couldn’t sleep. I just felt like something was missing when I wasn’t with you. You’re so bothersome that I couldn’t fall asleep. I struggled in bed for hours before deciding to come to see you.

“It’s raining heavily outside. My shoes were wet and my feet were cold. This feeling is very uncomfortable. When I was on the road, I already regretted coming to see you in the rain, but now I am very happy to meet you. Boris, I think this trip is worth it.

“My feet are still a bit cold,” she candidly expressed her emotions, “But you’re keeping me warm now. My heart feels inexplicably warm, too. Boris, why would I want to see you so badly tonight? We just saw each other yesterday.

“You know what? I’ve never missed anyone like this before. How about you? Were you also longing to see me when I wasn’t here?”

Ziana spoke her mind directly, leaving Boris unsure how to respond.

At the time, Ziana was skilled at honestly expressing her emotions. During their daily interactions, she would speak her mind about what she liked or disliked. She was neither phony nor shy. She was very frank and straightforward.

She was very open and honest.

Boris admired this trait of Ziana, but he never expected her to ask him so directly if he

had missed her.

When Boris looked at Ziana’s earnest expression, Boris’ heart suddenly raced with panic, a feeling he had never experienced, even during his countless close calls with life and death.

Now, because of her question, Boris’ palms were sweaty with nervousness.

Boris knew he should deny it.

After all, Ziana was still young and a child.

And now, Boris was a disabled man, blind in one eye.

Boris believed that Ziana had always lived a wealthy life, and the person who should be her match would be someone more complete, outstanding, and handsome than he was.

She should always be elevated, admired, and envied by others rather than becoming a laughingstock because of her association with a flawed and broken person like him.

He didn’t want her to be ridiculed and humiliated because of his existence.

Boris felt inferior for the first time.

Boris rehearsed the words of denial in his mind over and over again. But when he spoke, it became a selfish evasion, “It’s late. You should go to bed now.”

Ziana asked curiously, “Why are you looking down? Are you tired?”

Boris suppressed his surging thoughts and whispered, “Yeah, I’m a bit tired.”

Ziana retrieved her feet from his embrace, put on her slippers, and said, “I’m a bit tired too. I’m satisfied just seeing you. I’ll go back now.”

“I’ll walk you out.” Boris insisted.

“No need, you have trouble walking, and it’s raining outside.”

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“Let me walk you downstairs.”

Seeing that he insisted, Ziana didn’t refuse again.

When they reached the ground floor, Boris waved to her and said, “Go back now.”

“Okay,” she replied but didn’t move.

Boris was puzzled, “What’s wrong?”

“You haven’t said goodnight to me today,” Ziana reminded him.

Boris smiled and whispered, “Goodnight, Miss Scott.”

Ziana was delighted by his cooing and happily skipped away under the umbrella.

Boris watched as Ziana’s figure became smaller and smaller, and his indulgent smile gradually faded.

When Boris got back into bed, his heart was even more unsettled. Ziana’s

straight forward question kept repeating in his mind.

After finally falling asleep, Boris had a ridiculous dream,

In the dream, Ziana’s captivating eyes inflamed his heart.

He didn’t hold back, or it could be said that he deliberately indulged, held her face and kissed, and then pressed her down…

It was a night of passionate dreams.

However, the more absurd the dream, the more desolate Boris felt when he woke

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Boris gasped for breath, opened his eyes, and after a moment of daze, he unhesitatingly slapped hitnself.

He felt he was not worthy of anything.

In his mind, Boris cursed himself.

He felt Ziana was only sixteen, and it was wrong that he dared to have such a dream.

“Why are you hitting yourself?” A sweet and puzzled female voice suddenly came to his ear. “Boris, are you still half asleep?”

Boris’ face stiffened slightly. He turned his head and looked more embarrassed when he saw Ziana. “When did you come?”

“I’ve been here for a while.” Ziana walked over and looked at him seriously by the bed. “Lynn said you usually wake up at six o’clock, but today you woke up almost at eight o’clock. What’s wrong? I saw you breathing heavily and quickly just now. Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?”