Wait, She’s a Billionaire

Chapter 1100

Hannah was left exasperated by her own mother’s comment, silently tapping on the keyboard to reply. with just two words. Hannah: Not yet.]

Immediately, she received Vanessa’s reply.

(Vanessa: What do you mean by “not yet“?]

(Vanessa: Did you not go to the hotel, or did you not seal the deal?]

(Vanessa: Seriously, you’re both adults. Do | still need to worry about this?]

(Vanessa: Mr. Noah is shy and introverted, busy with his medical research, and has no experience in romance. Can't you take the initiative?]

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(Vanessa: Sweetie, listen to me; there’s nothing wrong with taking the initiative!]

Hannah was at a loss for words.

If she could, she wished she could turn back time and choose a different mom.

While she was internally freaking out, Noah’s phone was also ringing.

It was a call from Howard.

Answering the call, Howard’s expectant voice came through, “Noah, how’s it going? Have you followed my instructions?” Noah lightly grunted in response.

Howard was not too satisfied.

“What does that grunt mean? Have you sealed the deal? Hurry up/You’re both adults and engaged now, so sort out your lifelong matters! Stop dilly—dallying!”

Noah suppressed his anger and took a moment before replying, “Got it.” Then, he promptly hung up the phone.

As he placed the phone back on the bedside table, he suddenly remembered the box of condoms he had taken out earlier, which he had not put back in his suit pocket.

However, after fumbling around the bedside for a while, it was nowhere to be found.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

Did he sleep on the wrong side of the bed?

He should have been on that/side...

Did Hannah see the box be put on the bedside table?

Back to back, both of them were caught in a whirlwind of emotions,

They lay quietly like this for at least five minutes, both taking deep breaths, gathering the courage to ask each other.

As they turned to face each other at the same time...

“Mr. Noah.”

“Hannah.”

They awkwardly met each other’s gaze at the same time.

Noah urged, “You go first.”

Hannah forced a smile and handed the box of condoms.

“Mr. Noah, did you drop something on my bedside table just now?”

Noah was flustered, realizing that Hannah had found it.

“Hannah, don’t misunderstand. | didn’t mean anything by buying these. If you don’t like them, | won't insist.” Looking at Noah’s face, redder and more embarrassed than hers, Hannah suddenly felt less nervous. She chuckled, waving the box in her hand teasingly.

“Oh? No hidden meaning? Then why buy a whole box?”

Noah felt a bit puzzled.

Could these things be sold individually?

His bewildered expression was a bit cute, and Hannah could not help but laugh, tossing the box to him.