Mr Billionaire's Angel

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an," I handed her the

smell and then I noticed her giving me a wrinkly smile. "You wrap the flowers the best,

ea,"Yes I am 100% sure that Mr. Evan will love it and who k

a kiss too," she asked with

r area and began to clean the mess but not before telling her to drink her tea,"Gra

he replied happily an

are the best grandparents I could ever have, they are the only ones who are left in my life. After coming out from the hell hole, I

t thigh, I remember how she kicked my side and I had to stay in the hospital for broken ribs. I still remember how she always broke in my room to ki

much as compared to those words, which still have a serious effect on me. Those words keep c

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s mesmerized by those pair of blue orbs. My eyes scanned his full features: his tall frame, his broad shoulder, his blac

ng,"Welcome, how can we help you?” she walked towards me and gave me a smile, no mo

l his manly, husky, and deep voice rang in my ear. "I’d like to ta

me as well, like grandma. Then I remember the tulips; Mr. Handsome wants tulips. I hurriedly make my way,

or Mr. handsome. I saw him scrolling through his phone while rubbing his perfect jaw. I sh

y second. “Umm, excuse me, handso— I mean, Sir, your bouquet is ready.” I voi

ones. He walked towards me, and I felt like with every step he took, my

e same time, it made me small too because he is like 6 feet tall while I a

, he is Freakin

d the card in the machine, and as I lifted my head to see his beautiful sculpted face, I was stunned for a second becau

got inside his luxurious car an

a mischievous grin as she sipped on her tea. I

en the whole time when

ot like we are going

ving me that mischievous grin? Is

e before my thought

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