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.

even canceled a negotiation set for the next day, deciding instead to accompany Willa for her hospital

six in the morning, Ronald went

his way back,

had just woken up, surprised: "Ronald,

up, we'll head

beamed: "You're so busy with work, I could

didn't want to disrupt Ronald's

is more important,

went to

the day off thanks to Brittany Dustin granting her a month's leave for some

all go to

ready and headed

surprised to see Ronald but quickly regained composure, inquired about Willa's condition, and reminded her to keep up

to life through medication, asked,

looking

kidney for you. As soon as we find one; you can undergo the transplant surgery," the doctor responded, offering hope that a

dependency on medication.

"Okay."

office, Willa followed a nurse to collect

and turned to Ronald: "Bro, you know the

sharpness, didn't bother hiding the

for Willa's