The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 1232

Ronald had always been the cool type, a trait Kari had long since gotten used to.

Pointing at something in her textbook she didn't quite get, Ronald leaned in, his voice a whisper as he explained.

Two years her senior, Ronald at seventeen had quickly shed his boyish frame. Seemingly overnight, he had grown tall and lanky, now awkwardly folded onto a tiny couch that seemed too small for him. Kari sat cross-legged on the floor, pencil in hand, tracing Ronald's thought process step by step.

From his vantage point, Ronald could easily study her profile.

Kari was young, with fair skin that made her side profile strikingly beautiful.

Ronald shifted back, his voice taking on a huskier tone.

Oblivious, Kari continued, her slightly too-tight school uniform lifting to reveal a sliver of her delicate waist as she raised her arms.

It was blindingly white.

Ronald felt a jolt, quickly averting his gaze.

Just as he was about to speak, Willa emerged from the kitchen. "Kari, clear the coffee table, will ya? Dinner's almost ready."

"Got it," Kari replied quickly.

After finishing her homework and tidying up the coffee table, Kari noticed Ronald hadn't touched the strawberries. She picked a few and held them to his mouth. "Try these, they're really good." She loved strawberries.

The good ones were pricy, but Willa always bought the less perfect ones for cheaper. They tasted just the same.

brushed against hers as he accepted the strawberries, sending a shock

Kari just grinned.

quickly served up dinner, piling Ronald's plate

outdone herself with several

months since Ronald had tasted such delicious

over anytime. We might not have much, but

her soup, her eyes squinting in satisfaction. "Mom,

her daughter's

leaving, Ronald noticed that the front door seemed

and her

thought, he headed to the nearby hardware store, purchasing the best lock and a security chain

Willa's door lock and handed her the chain. "Make sure to

"Okay."

upon realizing

sive

profusely, stuffing his

mom, Calista, passed out

her up and placed her back in her

her youth, but the

way to the kitchen, preparing a hangover soup and a pot of

surrounded by books, he took a shower and went to

he was met with Calista's guilty gaze. "Ronald, I'm

"Try to