Hubby's Deep Love Will Never Change-Chapter 62: Don’t Need So Many,Three Hundred is Enough_1

Was that glass of milk for her?

Just now, Jin Xiangbei had hurled some harsh words at her and knew she was still angry with him, therefore he wisely refrained from speaking to her.

Eleven initially didn’t want to drink it, but her stomach growled in hunger.

She was hungry.

Her stomach growled loudly – Jin Xiangbei was taken aback for a moment.

"Drink the milk first."

After saying that, Jin Xiangbei turned around and entered the kitchen.

After shuffling around for a while, a delicious aroma drifted out from the kitchen - was that beef noodles?

Jin Xiangbei brought it out and saw that the glass of milk remained untouched, Eleven had not moved at all while seated on the sofa.

He glanced at her, "Not eating?"

She desperately wanted to stubbornly refuse, but her stomach was really hungry.

Forget it, what was her dignity worth? In his eyes, she already was a person without dignity. She would leave as soon as she filled her stomach!

Eleven walked to the dining table, dragged the bowl of noodles over to herself, and began eating.

As she ate, she started to feel upset.

In the past, Jin Xiangbei had also cooked for her, and the taste was surprisingly the same as before.

She fought back the discomfort in her heart, so that her tears would not mix with the noodles.

The more beautiful their past together, the more ruthless his betrayal became; she didn’t want to think about it anymore.

Jin Xiangbei silently sat there and watched her quickly eat up the bowl of noodles.

Suddenly, he turned around and fetched something.

Eleven didn’t look up to see. She only heard the sound of a pen scratching swiftly over paper. As she was sipping the soup, she was startled by the sound of a "slap". His hand had slapped down a check on the table in front of her. The glance she shot it revealed too many zeros to count.

Eleven followed his handsome hand and raised her gaze to his face, asking, "What’s this about?" 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Payment," Jin Xiangbei said emotionlessly. "Didn’t you say you had nothing to do with me? What about last night? You had set a clear price, and I must pay you for it. I’m not a freeloader."

While saying these words, he did not look at Eleven, but pushed the check to her.

Eleven stammered.

They did it?

But she couldn’t remember a thing!

Whenever she tried to recall the fragments, her head ached unbearably.

Perhaps...

She was at his house, dressed in his shirt, lying on his bed. Last night, she had been so drunk and drugged, and she vaguely recalled that restless heat.

Were some of those marks on her body left by him?

Eleven looked at the check before her, closed her eyes and said, "No need for so much, Young Master Jin. Three hundred will suffice. Please pay in cash."

Her voice was calm and her expression showed no surprise. Perhaps only Eleven understood how tormented she felt inside.

Well, what of it? She should be used to this pain by now.

Jin Xiangbei’s hand, holding the check, trembled slightly.

He was restraining his emotions.

He imagined that she would get angry, tear his check into pieces and throw them in his face. However, he never expected her to accept his money transaction so casually with words that hurt him more.

Yes, he had thought of using this reason to provide her with financial support, so she wouldn’t degrade herself in those places, but when she actually did accept it and said something more heartbreaking, his anger was uncontrollable.

"I didn’t say this is a one-time payment." Jin Xiangbei suppressed his anger, trying his best to speak calmly.

He pulled Eleven to her feet, led her to the door, and recorded her fingerprints on the identifier. He then said, "Be here every day at eight o’clock in the evening!"