My Poor Online Boyfriend Pulled Up in a Rolls Royce Chapter 08

My Poor Online Boyfriend Pulled Up in a Rolls Royce Chapter 08

Seeing that I hadn’t spoken for a long time, Crystal sent another message.

“Fell asleep again?”

After hesitating, I sent him the screenshot.

He went silent.

Only after a long while did he send a voice message. His voice sounded a little nervous and

excited, and also a little hoarse.

“You said… I… I’m your person?”

Why was that his focus?

My face burned red, and I didn’t speak.

After a while, he sent another message.

“So it was this. Claire, I didn’t expect… you were thinking of me.”

I replied calmly with “Mm,” while my heart was secretly exploding.

“Claire, where’s the book? I don’t think I received it. Did I forget to pick up the package?

[crying]”

I scratched my nose guiltily.

“No…”

“???”

“…Since I’m usually the one bullying you in games, if you learned it and started cursing me

back…”

”

”

Crystal went silent for a long time.

Then a voice message popped up.

When I played it, his furious voice nearly shattered my eardrums.

“Claire Sterling, you heartless woman! Am I that kind of person? You beat me for three

months, and I never talked back. You actually… you… you…”

The voice message ended there.

Clearly, he had run out of words and didn’t know how to curse.

After a long while, he sent another line.

“You bad woman!”

I couldn’t help laughing out loud.

“Where’s the book? I want to learn. Once I learn, I’ll curse you!”

“What about the abs? I want to see.”

He replied quickly.

“Fine.”

Twenty minutes later, he sent a photo.

Eight abs lined up neatly, with a side profile full of brooding drama.

One glance told me it was shot professionally.

I stared at the screen. My hand shook, and I nearly dropped my phone.

Subconsciously, I touched the corner of my mouth.

I had actually been seduced by my ex-boyfriend.

Crystal seemed anxious. Within a minute of sending the photo, he messaged, “How is it?”

I pretended to be calm.

“It’s okay. Just average. Medium at best.”

He exploded and sent several voice messages.

“What do you mean just average? Is it not handsome? Does it not look good?”

“Medium? Who else have you seen? Which man sent you ab photos to seduce you?”

I held back my laughter.

“Tell me. Who was it?”

“Why do you care so much? Ex-boyfriend.”

“You… fine. Then let’s talk about work. The special photo is still left.”

Finally, the key moment had arrived.

I took a deep breath and typed, “I can do that, but you have to promise me first. After you see

it, you’ll sign the partnership.”

He replied instantly.

“No problem.”

“No going back. If you go back on your word, you’re a puppy.”

“I absolutely won’t go back on it.”

The corners of my mouth lifted in a victorious smile.

I found a photo in my album and tapped send.

Ten seconds later, he sent a row of question marks.

“????????”

“What did you send?”

I answered righteously, “A special photo.”

“You call this a private photo???”

The photo was of my bedroom, a neat bed, a nightstand, and a row of green plants by the

bed.

“How is it not? This is a photo of my room. Most people don’t get to see it.”

He sent a voice message.

“Claire Sterling, you’re so cunning. This is what you meant by a special photo?”

I replied calmly, “What else? Didn’t you say before that you didn’t know what a special photo was? Why are you so worked up? Were you lying?”

He said nothing for a long time.

After ages, he finally sent, “Woof.”

“You promised you wouldn’t go back on it.”

“I already barked.”

“That still doesn’t count unless you turn into a dog.”

He sent a voice message through gritted teeth.

“You win!”