My Secret Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1789 - 1782: I Can Only Stay in Your Room

This time, she would be staying for a month, so she brought a lot of stuff with her, filling a large suitcase to the brim.

She had just taken out some daily necessities, including her skincare products and makeup, as well as a toothbrush and a rinsing cup.

She also brought two sets of bedding.

Although the Program Group had provided them with new bedding, Joanna Lawrence still preferred to use her own.

The bedroom door was half open.

Coco Wadsley could see the room’s furniture and decorations from outside.

When she saw that there was even a refrigerator and a television in Joanna’s room, jealousy appeared on her face, wishing she was the lucky one instead.

She didn’t realize how big the difference was between her room and Joanna’s until she made the comparison.

Although both rooms seemed old and worn to her, Joanna’s room was clearly much better.

Not only was it bigger, but it also had more furniture.

If she could live in such a room, she could barely tolerate it for a month.

Coco stood outside the door for a while, and when she saw that Joanna was still unpacking her luggage, she knocked on the door.

Upon hearing the sound, Joanna looked up.

Seeing Coco standing at the door, Joanna frowned and then continued unpacking her luggage.

Before coming to the show, Joanna had thought about it.

If she could make more friends on the show, that would be the best.

If she couldn’t, she wouldn’t deliberately try to please anyone, just keeping a superficial relationship would be fine.

Joanna treated Coco with the latter attitude.

"Hey, Joanna." Coco saw that Joanna was ignoring her, furrowed her brows, and walked into the room with a serious face, "Stop unpacking for a moment, I want to discuss something with you."

Joanna took some things out of her suitcase and placed them on the cabinet before slowly turning her head to look at her: "What’s the matter?"

Coco noticed the omnipresent cameras in the room and slightly restrained her facial expression: "Let’s switch rooms, you go to mine."

Joanna was startled.

She looked at Coco, who had an air of entitlement, and after a few seconds, she said with a laugh, "Switch rooms? What do you mean? You mean you live here, and I go to your place?"

"That’s right." Coco didn’t think her request was unreasonable and nodded, "We exchange rooms."

"Is it the Program Group’s idea?" Joanna asked.

"No, but Giovanni told me I could come to you to change rooms." Coco deliberately twisted Giovanni Vane’s words.

Giovanni’s original words were that she could go to someone else to negotiate an exchange.

But whether or not to switch depended on the other party’s willingness.

However, when Coco put it this way, it sounded like Giovanni had asked her to come to Joanna to switch rooms.

Joanna was not a fool, and of course, she didn’t believe that Giovanni would make such an arrangement.

She stared at Coco for a moment, and slowly curved her lips into a smile, "Miss Wadsley, Giovanni told you to look for me, but he didn’t say that I must switch rooms with you, right? Weren’t our living arrangements determined by drawing lots?"

Coco’s expression stiffened for a moment, then quickly returned to a righteous appearance: "I have a weak body and need to live in a room with plenty of sunlight. Your room has the most sunlight, so I can only stay in your room."

"We are all part of a team and should help each other. It’s just a room change, you can’t be so petty as to refuse, right?"