Hate To Love You My Billionaire Lover

Arianna frowned at herself in the mirror. She carefully removed her clip-on earrings and gently kneaded her earlobes afterward. She thought they’d done enough damage to her ears for the day.

This luxurious hall even had decorations in its bathroom. She glanced at the purple orchids by the sinks.

She began to fix her hair with some water and reapplied a layer of lipstick.

A shawl originally accompanied her white dress; however, she gave it to her colleague, Melissa, to cover a stain on her dress. Unfortunately, this left her thin shoulders and back exposed in her deep V-neck dress.

Arianna took out a small perfume bottle from her handbag and sprayed her hair, neck, and wrists. She took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and stepped out of the bathroom.

The main hall was illuminated with golden lights and was filled with beautiful dresses, melodic music, and noisy chatter. She scanned the crowd, hoping to find Melissa.

But, the committee affairs leader called her, “Arianna, we could use a little help if you don’t mind.”

This was the annual banquet organized by Arianna’s business association. As staff members of the investment department, she and Melissa were recruited to be the interpreters for the evening.

However, many foreign guests brought their own interpreters, leaving the two women with lots of free time.

Arianna saw the company president speaking to a European guest as she approached them. She joined the conversation, facilitating translation and ensuring everything was properly understood.

She bowed elegantly before stepping away when she felt that she was no longer needed. But before she could do so, the guest suddenly grinned, softly picked up her wrist, and slid his hand underneath her fingers.

His rugged beard was rough on her skin as he placed a kiss on her hand.

Arianna blushed in embarrassment as she turned to leave.

She could only take a couple of steps before someone stepped out in front of her and said, “Dear Arian.”

Her heartbeat ramped up for a moment. It had been many years since someone called her that. She lost contact with her old friends a long time ago.

Standing in front of her was a young, shining woman in a red dress. A heart-warming smile on her face, “Arianna, it really is you!”

“Hello, Janie.” Arianna responded without the same excitement, “Long time no see.”

“What are you doing here? I thought your entire family had moved away!”

“Nope. I’ve been here all along.” She responded flatly. Arianna was about to say goodbye, but Janie began to beckon to someone. Arianna placed her hands on her hips.

A man turned his head away from the group of people he was talking to and looked at Janie. He politely excused himself and strode over to the two women.

The man was in good shape and had a deep, booming voice. On his fourth finger was the same ring style as Janie’s. He said, “Arianna, you haven’t changed a bit!”

“Neither