The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 207

“How long till your friend is here?” Soren asked.

I checked my phone. “About half an hour from now.”

Without warning, he slipped off his trench coat and draped it over me, pulling it down over my head.

“The temperature is below zero, and you’re still wearing so little. Ladies really do endure the cold for the sake of fashion,” he remarked.

“Ah, I’m fine!” I quickly protested, startled. “I’m not even cold! And if I take this, you’ll freeze once you step outside.”

“The car is right outside–I’ll be fine. But you’ll be here for another thirty minutes. I don’t want you freezing,” he insisted.

Worried that I might take it off, he grabbed the sleeves and tied them securely around my arms.

“Now you’re warm,” he said with satisfaction.

“Dude, I look like a prisoner tied up.”

He patted my head. “Never seen a prisoner this beautiful.”

My cheeks burned. My heart swelled with joy.

be off now. See

“Right. Bye–bye.”

watched his tall, gallant figure disappear through

but the doors kept opening and closing as people

that cold touched me, though. All I felt

it then my heart was sinking deeper and deeper into

hour later,

each other from across the hall, we waved excitedly and ran toward each other. “Welcome,

see you too,

before

gave me a once–over and sniffed the air curiously. What perfume are you using?

coat I was still wrapped in. She tilted her head. “Wait a sec… This is a men’s trench

clothes were all tailored. At 6’2“, his coat practically swallowed me,

just… borrowing

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winked. “Ohhh, so that scent came from the

it belonged

grabbed one of her suitcases and started leading her toward the parking

Then, after a beat, her mouth fell open. “Wait–what?”

me, looking as if I had