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.

strawberries, sending a shock through him,

Kari just grinned.

Ronald's plate high with mashed potatoes, secretly worried he

she had outdone herself with several dishes tonight,

months since Ronald had

his food, and Willa, noticing, filled his plate again. "Ronald, feel free to come over anytime. We might not have much, but

her soup, her eyes squinting in satisfaction.

playfully tapped her daughter's nose.

that the

and her daughter could

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

and handed her the chain.

"Okay."

shaken upon realizing the

sive

with. She thanked Ronald profusely, stuffing his pockets

mom, Calista, passed out on the floor, sleeping

up and placed her back

youth, but the years had worn

preparing a hangover soup

cramped room, surrounded by books, he took a shower and went

guilty

nodded coolly. "Try to drink