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After Blind Date: I Became A Billionaire

The nanny becomes stepmother. At the funeral of his biological mother, Sameera was ridiculed and forced to go on a blind date. Out of anger, she got married to a strange man within an hour and got the certificate. I was looking forward to a stable and quiet life in the future, but it was full of difficulties. Fortunately, at every critical moment, her newlywed husband was by her side to help her avert danger. "Mr. Khurana, why are you so powerful?" The assistant thought to himself: It's not his Mr. Khurana who has the ability to make money. Mr. khurana: "Use your brain, just rely on intelligence." Sameera believed it to be true, but unexpectedly that day, she accidentally saw the astronomical amount of money deposited in a certain bank card on Mr. Khurana's mobile phone... It turned out that her husband from a flash marriage was from India. Except for her, no one knows... The boss! ! *********** Cover is not mine all credits goes to the owner.

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37 Chs

Legal couple

She sat quietly, her skin was very white, her cheeks were a little flushed, her nose was small, and her lips were bright red and a little moist.

She was very thin, looking at the moon with many thoughts on her mind.

There were already two empty bottles in the trash can at my feet.

There is a third bottle on the table.

Kartik Khurana went over, picked up the beer bottle on the table, shook it, only a quarter was left, and threw it directly into the trash can.

Sameera was stunned for a moment before seeing Kartik Khurana coming back.

She stood up and shook her head: "Are you back? Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Have you eaten moon cakes? I bought your share, try one."

She said, taking a pineapple flavored one from the table and handing it to him.

Kartik Khurana was a little serious and frowned: "Why do you drink so much?"

She is getting more and more excessive!

Sameera didn't think too much, she pointed at the moon: "It's the festival, I have nothing to do by myself."

"Excuse." Kartik Khurana looked a little serious and took the moon cake and put it on the table.

Sameera pursed her lips: "I miss my mother a little bit."

When she said this, her eyelashes trembled, and her voice became much softer, gentle and aggrieved.

Kartik Khurana fell silent.

For a moment, he thought that a girl like this, with a weak appearance, a decisive character, and an extremely bright personality, would not marry him for money.

But the thought was fleeting.

His eyes instantly became bottomless: "It's almost done. Let's go back to the bedroom and rest."

Sameera looked at him seriously, as if understanding his words.

After a few seconds and a slow beat, he replied "ok".

Then he staggered toward the house.

The balcony is equipped with a glass door, half open and half closed.

Sameera lowered his head and stared at his feet as he walked forward, not even noticing that he was about to hit the glass door.

"Watch the door..."

boom...

"Ouch, hiss..."

Kartik Khurana retracted his hand to hold her, then took a step forward and went over to support her.

Kartik Khurana held Sameera's arm. She was so thin and there was no flesh at all on her arms.

"Let's go in and see if it's serious."

Kartik Khurana touched Sameera for the first time, and the strength of his hands was neither tight nor loose.

It was tight and he wasn't used to it.

It was loose and he couldn't hold it steady.

Help Sameera to the sofa and let her sit down.

Kartik Khurana looked at the place on Sameera's forehead where he pressed his hand. It was a little red, but there was no skin breakage or injury, so there was no need to deal with it.

"Thank you." Sameera was not drunk, but just a little dizzy.

She was aware of their conversation and what had just happened.

When he supported her, she was inexplicably nervous, but the alcohol made her relax, and her forehead hurt from being hit again, so she didn't care so much.

Feeling a little embarrassed, she reached out to lift the kettle on the coffee table, poured water into the cup, took a sip and then put it down.

Kartik Khurana's expression softened compared to before.

He looked down at the red spot on her forehead.

Her skin is really good, delicate and translucent.

Kartik Khurana was suddenly thirsty, but he didn't drink water: "I'll help you up to sleep?"

"It's okay, I can do it myself." Kartik Khurana never went crazy with alcohol. The more he drank, the quieter and sleepier he became.

She said as she stood up and walked towards the stairs.

Kartik Khurana hesitated, then stepped forward to support her.

"I'll help you."

If she fell and her grandfather found out, wouldn't she scold him to death?

Sameera was a little embarrassed and even regretted drinking more than usual tonight.

But when she thought about it, they were a legal couple and they shouldn't be embarrassed about physical contact.

She walked forward bravely until she reached the door of the bedroom.

Kartik Khurana let go.

Sameera pressed the door handle and brushed her hair with the other hand: "I, I will go in by myself. Oh, by the way, there is one more thing I forgot. Wait a minute, wait for me, soon!"

After saying that, she turned around and entered the house.