Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

Billionaire’s Reborn Baby Chapter 708

Jaquan was sleeping soundly when he received a call, so he couldn’t help cursing, “Are you crazy? It’s so late and you even called!”

He hung up after that.

After sleeping for a while, Jaquan felt that something was wrong. He then touched his ears, but failed to figure it out and continued to sleep.

Going out of the bathroom after taking a shower, Collin saw Roxy lying on the sofa, asleep. He took her into the bathroom and briefly washed her before carrying her into the bedroom.

He had stayed in this bedroom for a few nights before. Later, he moved to his current house. There were few things here and Roxy did not add anything, but the table was full of notebooks and pens.

He raised the temperature of the air conditioner and turned on the humidifier, then covered the blanket on Roxy’s belly before entering the kitchen to open the refrigerator to see if there was anything to eat.

He was very hungry.

The last time this feeling of extreme hunger was more than half a year ago, and it was also at this time.

Originally, he thought that there was nothing in the fridge. Unexpectedly, he saw a lot of food, including meat, hams, and vegetables. That meant she had cooked.

Roxy could do that. She had cooked in the kitchen.

For whom? The man that came that day?

Collin turned on the fire with no expression and made noodles with beef, ham, and vegetables. When he turned off the heat, he saw Roxy standing at the door of the kitchen in her pajamas. She might have

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“Hungry?” He asked as he divided the soup and noodles into two bowls, “Is it enough?”

Roxy walked over and gave some back into his bowl before sitting down with him at the dining table.

Collin ate very elegantly. Roxy sized him up from time to time, thinking that Collin was totally different when he was naked. It was difficult to associate him with a doctor. His fingers were slender and long, and the posture of holding chopsticks was natural and beautiful. It was as if he was not holding chopsticks but a scalpel.

Collin picked up his phone and checked the time.

“Are you going back later?” Roxy put down the chopsticks and asked.

She stood up, picked up two bowls, and put them into the dishwasher. “There’re two bedrooms and you can sleep in the other one.”

“Okay.” Collin agreed.

He wiped the table clean with a rag, then threw it into the dishwasher, watching Roxy wash the dishes.

Her fingers were clean and slender, but there were calluses on the tips of her fingers left behind either by typing or doing a lot of housework when she was young. Her nails were short and were not varnished.

Her long hair was tied up, revealing the back of her neck that was red. He liked that position very much because it was the most vulnerable and sensitive part of humans.

After washing the dishes, she washed her hands twice and then walked to the bedroom. Not long after, Collin followed her in.

Roxy looked at him and asked, “Dou want to sleep here?”

She took her pillow to go next door.

Collin grabbed her arm and said, “There’s no need. Let’s sleep together.”

He never stayed for the night. He used to have an eccentricity that he disliked sleeping in the same bed with women. He had to hear a sound that made him relax before he could fall asleep.

But he was a little tired tonight and did not want to go back. Since he could not sleep here anyway, he might as well stay with her for a while.

Not being clingy, Roxy slept on the edge of the bed with her back to him. Collin stared at her back for a while, and only quietly pulled her into his arms when she breathed steadily.

He knew very well that the woman in his arms did not meet all his requirements for choosing a mate. She smoked, drank coffee, ate instant noodles, had irregular diets and messy social relationships, and lived in private … for the time being, he did not care.

Behind her was her birth mother who would appear from time to time, and her past might jump out and drag him into the abyss at some time.

First, Roxy would not agree. Second, if Cora knew Roxy’s background, she would never agree to the two being together. Collin was clear about how big the gap between them was, so he held the attitude of … from the start.

Collin felt that he had gone mad. What was there to be infatuated with such a woman? A woman with a loose and fat long dress, always wearing black-rimmed glasses. The ashtray on the coffee table was full of cigarette butts, and the refrigerator was full of beer.

Her appearance was also ordinary. Other than her cute face when she was asleep, she was cold and empty at other times, as if no one could get close to and warm her.

Any blind date would be more perfect than her. They would be more delicately dressed, more passionate about life than her. They would cry, laugh, and even act spoiled, not like her who had empty eyes as if she was abandoned by the world.

Collin stroked her face and found himself completely trapped. He liked this woman more than he imagined.

Very …. much.