My Poor Online Boyfriend Pulled Up in a Rolls Royce Chapter 09

My Poor Online Boyfriend Pulled Up in a Rolls Royce Chapter 09

The next day, he signed the contract.

I also successfully got promoted and got a raise.

I thought that would be the end of it.

But two days later, I received a call from an unknown number.

I picked up.

“Hello?”

“It’s me.” The voice on the other end sounded miserable.

“Crystal Lake?”

I rolled my eyes.

“Why did you change numbers?”

“You blocked me, so I could only call from another number.”

I was speechless.

“What is it?”

“I’m out of money…”

My eyes nearly rolled into the sky.

“Mr. Lake, we’re not three-year-olds. Can you stop joking? You said you had no money when you had $800 million. If you’re going to humblebrag, can you at least find someone

emotionally stronger?”

“It’s true,” he said in a pitiful tone. “My dad froze all my cards. Now I have nothing except a little bit of money in my pocket.”

The moment I heard that, I became excited.

I couldn’t wait to ask, “Why? Tell me your misfortune so I can be happy.”

He muttered, “Claire Sterling, I’m already this miserable. Do you really have to hold such a

grudge?”

“Absolutely. This is a serious issue involving my dignity being dropped on the ground and

stomped on.”

He sounded a little wronged.

“I really didn’t lie to you. I thought you were like me, and I really did think I didn’t have much money. My parents, my brother, my uncle, even my niece and nephew are richer than I am.”

Good lord.

Here we went again.

I truly could not understand the financial distress of wealthy families.

“All right,” he sighed. “My dad said I was wasting my life playing games at home and insisted on teaching me a lesson. So he froze my cards and kicked me out, saying I shouldn’t come

back unless I learned my lesson.”

I was silent for three seconds.

“So where are you now?”

“On XX Road, wandering the streets with nowhere to go. I’m starving to death.”

I said dryly, “How pitiful.”

He seemed not to hear my sarcasm.

“Right? Right? I really am pitiful…”

“Go home and apologize to your dad.”

The other end went quiet for two seconds, as if he hadn’t expected me to suggest that.

“Well… my dad said I had to suffer for a few months. Apologizing won’t work.”

“Then what are you planning to do?”

He paused.

“I don’t know. I’ve never had many friends growing up, and I don’t know where to go…”

At that, he paused again.

“If no one takes me in, I can only live under a bridge and sleep on the street. Wind, rain, sun,

storms. I’ll be even more miserable than a stray cat…”

I was speechless to the extreme.

I replied, “Then sleep under a bridge. Good chance to strengthen your body.”

He froze, his voice slightly hoarse.

“Huh?”

“You look pretty fake when you pretend to be pitiful. Crystal Lake, you can’t curse, and your acting is terrible. How does the second son of the Lake family seem like the dumb son of a

landlord?”

His voice trembled a little.

‘…I’m not. I really am pitiful.”

“Oh.”

He panicked.

“Claire Sterling, do you have a conscience or not? I’m already… already like this…”

“Eight hundred million.”

The phone was silent for ten seconds.

“At least give me the book you bought me.”

I thought about it.

“Fine.”

“I’ll come get it.”

An hour later, the doorbell rang.

Crystal Lake stood at the door.

His suit was wrinkled, and his tie hung loosely around his neck.

Two buttons were missing from his shirt, exposing his pale, delicate collarbones.

I couldn’t help swallowing twice.

Then I kept looking up.

His hair was messy, like it had been clawed by a dog. Loose strands fell over his forehead,

making him look like a stray cat caught in the rain.

That disheveled look paired with that exquisite face made him even more attractive the

longer I looked.

My heart gave a hard jump.

The book nearly fell to the floor.

Damn man.

Even his “fallen from grace” look was this tempting.

Truly outrageous.

I forced myself to stay calm and handed him the book.

“Here. Take it and leave.”

He took the book, lowered his head, and frowned.

“High-EQ Comeback Tactics: How to Strike Back with Elegance and Dignity.”

“Mm. It suits you.”

He lifted his head and looked at me, his eyes pitiful.

“Are you really not going to take me in?”

I looked away.

“Leave. We’ve already broken up.”

After a few seconds of silence, he spoke again.

“Why? Just because of the $800 million?”

Tears filled my eyes, but I forced them back.

“Crystal Lake, I know you’re lying to me. Your dad couldn’t have really kicked you out. There’s no way you have nowhere to go, and there’s no way you don’t have even one friend.”

I took a deep breath and said the most painful thing.

“You just want to tease me because you think it’s fun. After a while, you’ll get bored.”

The gap between our wealth was a chasm that could never be crossed.

Even if he was willing, his parents probably wouldn’t allow it.

Rather than waiting for a relationship with no ending, it was better to leave in time and stop

myself from sinking deeper.

He grabbed my hand, urgency in his eyes.

“Claire, I’m not that kind of person!”

I lowered my eyes.

“What kind of person you are doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is that I don’t want to

play anymore.”

I hardened my heart and took a step back.

“Go back. You have the book now. We’re even.”

He stood there like a cat drenched in a storm.

The motion-sensor light in the hallway went out, then lit up again, then went out again.

My heart felt like it was being grabbed by a hand and torn apart.

Claire Sterling, don’t soften.

He and you are not from the same world.

He lowered his head and turned toward the elevator.

I watched his back, gritting my teeth and holding back the tears that wanted to fall.

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Suddenly, his body swayed, and he collapsed hard onto the ground.

Before I could even scream, I heard a dull thud.

“Crystal Lake!”

I rushed over, both hands trembling as I desperately patted his face.

“Crystal Lake, what’s wrong? Wake up!”

I quickly pulled out my phone to call 911.

A hand gently caught my wrist.

“Don’t…” His voice was weak, and he opened his eyes slightly. “Don’t call…”

I was so angry I wanted to hit him, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

“You scared me to death. What’s wrong with you? Where do you feel sick? I’ll take you to the

hospital.”

He shook his head and held my hand.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry. I was outside in the wind for too long. Maybe… I caught a little cold.”

“Nonsense. What kind of cold makes someone pass out like this?”

He opened his mouth, and his face turned a little red.

“… Maybe… I also have low blood sugar.”

Fine.

I touched his hand and finally noticed it was a little cold.

He looked at me with wide eyes, something unreadable in them.

“… Can you… help me inside? I have nowhere to go. My body is freezing. If I go back out… I’ll probably die…”

“Stop, stop. What nonsense are you saying?”

I quickly helped him into the room and covered him with a blanket.

Then I brought over a thermometer.

He shivered under the covers, but he kept staring at me with a pair of watery eyes.

His flushed face was full of nervousness.

“I’m sorry. I caused you trouble.”

Looking at his messy hair and pitiful appearance, my heart ached beyond my control.

Five minutes were up.

Just as I was about to take out the thermometer, he grabbed my hand.

“I… I’ll check it.”

His expression drifted.

Something was wrong.

“Crystal Lake!”

I snatched the thermometer from under his arm.

I looked down.

Then I fell silent for three seconds.

I looked up and stared at him expressionlessly.

“98 degrees. You’re telling me this is a fever?”

He scratched his nose.

“… It should be… low blood sugar, plus the wind was pretty cold, so I thought I had a cold…”

”

”

I stared at him without speaking.

“Really, Claire. Believe me…”

“Crystal Lake, do you think I’m three years old? Get up and leave. Stop pretending.”

He froze, then shrank deeper into the blanket, leaving only his eyes exposed.

“No. I haven’t eaten. My body is cold. I have no strength at all. I can’t walk…”

I looked at him silently.

So he was planning to cling to me.

“Fine.”

I turned and went to the kitchen.

Ten minutes later, a steaming bowl of noodles was placed in front of him.

“You have to pay to eat and stay here. Nothing is free.”

He nodded hard.

“Of course. I’ll pay. I absolutely won’t take advantage of you.”

He took the bowl and devoured the noodles, radiating happiness.

“So good. So good. Claire, your cooking is amazing.”

When he was almost done eating, I said, “Your cards are frozen now. How much money do

you have? I’ll see how many days I can support you.”

He pulled out his phone and tapped around.

Then he looked up at me with a pitiful expression.

“I only have $3 million left…”

”

Those innocent eyes blinked at me.

“What’s wrong? Is it not enough? I’m so poor now that this is all I have…”

I broke down.

“Crystal Lake, I’m begging you. Stop insulting me. What am I supposed to do with my $38,000

in savings?”

Helplessly, I agreed to let him stay.

The reason was simple.

He gave too much.

One thousand dollars a day. He immediately transferred three months of rent to me,

calculated as thirty-one days per month.

I stared at the extra $93,000 in my bank account and sucked in a cold breath.

Rich…

A rich woman?!