Woman 1 Trillion
CHAPTER 77

Jerome momentarily fell silent to find that, his sharp eyes could not be separated staring at Ameera. "I should have asked why you're in this room?."

Ameera glared at Jerome's silly question, her smooth hand still faithfully covering the beautiful part of her body. "Because this is the room I'm occupying!.."

Jerome mangosteen stepped towards Ameera.

"Wait to do something!.." Delik Ameera's.

"You'd do it again if you'd been bare-chested and sweating like this if it wasn't a shower.." Answer Jerome casually. "Is there anything else in your mind that you've looked like this other than a shower?.." Further.

"Not true!.."

"Why are you so tense?."

Ameera let out a rough breath. "Honored Mr. Jerome, this is the room I'm in, please move in, sorry if I'm so presumptuous!." Ameera.

Instead of answering Jerome instead touched Ameera's innocent upper arm, Ameera was surprised let alone the man approaching her neck. "You're so fierce, aren't you afraid of me?." Jerome Whispers.

"No! how powerful are you, we are just a human being in the eyes of God.." Tymphal Ameera. "So from that hurry out before I yell.."

"Try it if you dare..." Jerome entered the bathroom without concern for Ameera.

"Hey!!!..." Timpal Ameera held down the bathroom door.

"Do you want to come along?." Jerome asked with a cynical smile towards Ameera.

"Oh my goodness no! no!, do it please, sir.." Timpal Ameera pulled the bathroom door shut.

Jerome grinned after he started his bathing activity. "It's funny...."

Ameera grunted angrily cursing Jerome's name in her heart, taking off her clothes and changing her clothes in the living room bathroom.

It was hard to step into the room, but Ameera took a breath trying to calm down with a smile. "Don't macem-macem Ra he's not just any gangster you can get mutilated later.." His inner.

Inside Jerome's room wearing only a towel with a sepaha showing his charming muscular body shape even now with wet hair, Ameera turned her back to the man. "Wear your clothes first..."

Jerome was wearing only shorts and a short shirt.

"Emmm, this is the master of the room next door just happens to be empty so you can sleep there." Ameera said politely.

"I'll sleep here the room next to the key is not there." Jerome replied casually.

"Yes.."

"Maybe Mr. Lorenzo kept the key, sir..." Timpal Ameera again.

"She's the only one who took it.."

"A-i? I don't want to bother him either.." Ameera's reply was uncomfortable.

"Yes already..." Jerome laid his body on the bed.

"Why is it like this?." Ameera's mind screamed, there was no more empty room with the key in Lorenzo's hand.

Ameera could not have driven Jerome away.

"Sleep here..." Jerome Lirih. "You're exhausted, I won't do anything.."

"Please rest sir, I sleep downstairs.." Ameera's chivalrous smile hid her nervousness, she took out a pillow and prepared a floor mattress to sleep under.

"All right..."

"So he was so fierce, why is he so gentle now?." Inner Jerome.

Ameera closed her eyes trying to quickly sleep to quickly head into the morning. "Ra's only one night..."

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Jerome woke up from his sleep he glanced at Ameera down there who already seemed to sleep asleep. "Foolish girl why don't you wear a blanket?..."

With Jerome slowly lifting up Ameera's body putting it on the mattress, Ameera's body reflexively turned her back on the man's body.

Jerome covered him, he slowly entered the blanket. His sharp eyes stared at Ameera's back who was turned back.

Slowly but surely Jerome's burly hand coiled in Ameera's slender belly brought the girl's body into her arms.

"It's fragrant...." Jerome smelled Ameera's body from her neck.

Seriate....