Billionaire Lost to His Surrogate In A Love Game novel Chapter 62

Madeleine propped her head up on the arms, gloomy. "Do you know it darling? A perfect author writes down each word with his soul. I won’t allow my new supernatural novel to be destroyed by its ending. That will drive me nuts."

Ophelia smiled bitterly.

"Is that so serious?"

"Darling, you should know me best. How dare you ask such a stupid question?"

"Give me your new novel. I’ll read it and make some suggestions."

Madeleine stared at Ophelia with twinkling eyes, snapped her fingers and said, "Darling, you’re my best bestie ever."

Ophelia read through Madeleine’s new novel. She had to admit that Madeleine’s writing excelled. Her work was well-conceived, and she was skilled in the use of words. No wonder all her novels were snapped up by readers the moment they were put on sale. Her every book was a bestseller.

"Madeleine, I think this novel is a masterpiece. But if I were the reader, I would hope for a happy ending. Since all your previous books have tragic endings, if you put another one on this book, the readers will get tired of it. Besides, after all the hero and heroine have been through, if the heroine ended up dying miserably, even I would come at you with rotten eggs, let alone the readers. So, I demand a happy ending from you this time. If not, our over ten years of friendship will come to an end too."

"Darling, take it easy. It’s just an ending. Since you prefer a happy ending, I’ll just fall in with your wish."

Ophelia nodded, held the cushion and leaned against the sofa.

"Madeleine, I’ll stay overnight here and go straight to work tomorrow."

"Welcome! This is your home, and you may come whenever you want," Madeleine said.

At night, the two women were chatting in bed. They didn’t turn off the lamp and fall asleep until 12 a.m. Meanwhile, Zachariah, who was sleeping alone, found it hard to fall asleep. He took out his phone and wrote a text message, "Woman, where are you? Come back soon. I have something to tell you."

After writing, Zachariah wanted to press the "send" button, but finally, he deleted it.

Hardly had Zachariah deleted the text message than the phone rang, and he got excited instantly. But the moment he saw the caller ID, he stopped smiling unconsciously. However, soon Zachariah had a gentle look on his face again and answered the phone.

"Hello, Cora."

Cora’s soft voice came from the other end of the line. "Zach, did I disturb your sleep?"

"As long as it’s from you, you’re not disturbing anything, no matter how late it is."

"Zach, you’re so kind." Cora was smiling happily. "Since I’m calling you so late at night, did I disturb Miss Ophelia’s sleep?"