The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

A pair of eyes shimmering like the ocean waves, Ronald felt a shiver run through his body, suddenly waking from a dream. Sweat trickled down his spine.

A strange feeling echoed in his chest.

He reached out, irritated yet somewhat helpless.

Was a dream really that powerful?

Over the years abroad, mingling with the Malones, he had met many people, including some very impressive women.

But with them, aside from respect, he never harbored any improper thoughts.

Except when it came to Kari.

He rubbed his face hard, got out of bed, and walked into the bathroom.

After a cold shower to wash away the sweat, Ronald felt thirsty and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. Mid-drink, he remembered the Malone's grand dinner. He hadn't attended.

There would be complaints, for sure!

Back in his room, Ronald checked his phone to find a string of missed calls.

He deleted them all, pretending he hadn't seen any.

That dream had utterly banished sleep for the night.

through work, even canceled a negotiation set for the next day,

the morning, Ronald went for a

way back,

woken up,

we'll head to the hospital soon for your

busy with work, I could

want to disrupt Ronald's

is

breakfast, Ronald went to wake

them had breakfast together, Kari having the day off thanks to Brittany Dustin

to the hospital,"

ready and headed straight

surprised to see Ronald but quickly regained composure, inquired about Willa's

been clinging to life through medication, asked, "When can I finally

currently looking for

find one; you can undergo the

dependency on medication.

"Okay."

a nurse to collect her

turned to

her sharpness,

arranged for Willa's