Pampered by the Ice-Cold Billionaire

an's sweet, clear voice chimed over the

ded in Toronto, passengers poured

behind her. She wore a simple graphic T-shirt and dark blue skinn

pled with her clean, tranquil demeanor,

spotted her at once. He rushed forward an

one else had come to meet her. A self-depre

g. Long enough for everyone to forget tha

ld be plenty of time

s to rest. Bucky loaded her suitcase into the trunk, opened the driver

m to bring Chloe to the Stark Manor for dinne

ed she had fallen asleep and kept quiet, smoo

sy the moment she settled into the seat. But she hadn't sl

were right in the heart of the bustling downtown area. The streets were jammed with t

s of her eyes, she asked

r. "Chloe, this road is always congested. Rest

er; once disturbed, she

only to stop again. Bucky followed suit,

ience. Seeing the cars ahead move slightly, s

as skilled behind the wheel. Following her directi

s and overtaking. Bucky made a miscalculation and rear-ended it. Fortunately, the

ght, stuttering nervously,

lthy and influential. Coupled with that distinct, prestige license

together, she stepped out of the car, walked fo

lt, preparing to step out and check the damage. Heari

he could speak, Chloe took the init

face. It wasn't until Chloe repeated herself-"Do you have a p

this girl came from the car behind. She

down a string of phone numbers and

to her memory. Even after three full years, she co