Winning My Billionaire's Contract Husband Heart
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e from behind, grabbing my attention. I t
inting as I stared at his imposing, muscular form and beautiful
y I'm explaining myse
lattering paint on a board and calli
ounded by that rude response. He didn't even wait
ck 48 h
e it belonged in a fairytale. Who would've thought Mia Turner, a struggling artist, would end up here? I
effort to behave as though I did this every day even though my sneakers looked out of place on the refle
people floated around in fancy dresses, all elegance and grace. And then there was me, awkwardly stan
oked good. Even though I was aware of their quality, it was nevertheless stra
d my thoughts. I turned to find this older
ke a prince, and I shook it, hop
ied, probably slightly too
w that name. "I'm thrilled to finally meet the
ank you very much." "I'm simply... I'm delighted to be
d to be nervous, "Isabella." Your work is truly captivating. Your
ry, I appreciate that. I mean, r
e to do a painting for me at my house, let
will be available. Jumping at the thought that the Almighty L
rd and left, "So th
owards hi
ust after a whirlwind. I noticed Mr. Knighton approaching, making sure to check on the pain
ming along?" Mr. Knighton a
ing. "Thank you. It's going well
o was standing just behind him, his eyes dancing with expectations.
remely gifted artist I was telling yo
teraction. He mumbled, "Hmm, another artist claiming to be t
ested in me, my life, or my job. Despite his father's attempt at a warm
his son an expression of dissatisfaction. I chose to let it go nonet
ame, and I wasn't going to let
rugged, saying to him, "I'm just glad I got
ain that her work will be acknowledged globally. Mr.
wavering support. His skepticism wavered for a moment, replaced by a flicker of curios
arching. "Show me," he finally uttered, his voice tinged with
vas slowly and slamm
d, his emerald, dark and mysterious eyes still etched in m
a life of hell had on