The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Ronald halted in his tracks, confusion written all over his face.

Kari couldn't help but find his rare moment of vulnerability endearing.

"Take a seat, Ronald."

He sat down, a mix of emotions swirling within him.

Kari took a deep breath, her eyes shimmering with sincerity. "Ronald, I know you've got feelings for me. I couldn't accept them before because I always saw you as a brother..." Ronald was well aware of this, feeling a pang of defeat. He had hoped, after all these months, that Kari had developed even the slightest bit of fondness for him.

Especially during the recent weeks when he was burnt out and hospitalized, Kari had been tirelessly by his side.

"Kari..."

"But I've given it some thought recently," Kari interrupted, covering his hand with hers, her gaze bright and hopeful.

Ronald froze, unaccustomed to such intimacy with Kari.

he had never dared to overstep

here was Kari, taking the

it a try," she said, locking eyes with him. Her heart raced uncontrollably as she spoke, "I was actually planning to tell you this after my trip to Craneville." Ronald clutched her hand tightly, his

but laugh at the

she hadn't. She had barely

Ronald urged, "Come with me

making their way

couch and knelt before her, his dark eyes ablaze with passion. "Do you really mean it? You're willing to give

moved by his intensity,

feelings through his actions. Whether it was staying by her side during late-night work sessions or comforting her through the crisis with Brittany, he was always there. At twenty-eight, Kari

catching Kari off guard.

Why was he crying?

her hand tightly, his voice rough with emotion, Ronald made her promise. "Kari, think it over. There's no turning back with

the depth of his feelings, gently stroking his