The Billionaireās Runaway Bride
g to checking up on her mum immediately she wakes up, made her breakfast, helped her with her medications, made sure that
n, hiding her exhaustion beneath an appearance of composure. The day was sure going to be a h
te to supervise the front desk. Laura had been asked to work additional hours several times before so it
k, and eagerness to earn extra money. As she sat at the front desk, constantly
couldn't help but feel awful for not being there for her. She had asked Anita if she could help
lked in. Laura hadn't noticed him at first. Her eyes were fixed on the computer screen in front of her, while typing an
?" She muttered
his tall, muscular build. His dark hair was nicely combed as usual and his pi
requently featured in magazines and newspapers, and his name was associated with high-profile deals and events but she has never seen him in person before and d
rnt that the surface frequently masks far deeper truths, so she insta
u?" She asked. Her voice firm despit
meeting all kinds of people, those who adored him, those who envied him, and those w
the women who he was used to. Her natural beauty was raw yet
see Mr. Carl
hority that showed that he was a m
he name as he was one of th
im know that you are here." Laura sa
hone and dialed Mr. Carlos' num
ay she seemed to radiate a quiet determination caught his interest. She wasn't like the ladies he normall
y engaged on her work, her mind clearly preoccupi
lexander, she observed that his eyes had not
hortly." She said while motion
but he still remained at the
asked Laura blinked in s
, rarely engaged her in conversation other than the conventi
up this extra shift for the evening. I hope th
aid as he finally made
ked again immedia
" Laura replied w
to ask another question
aid while stretching out
ike appearance. He shook Mr. Carlos' hand and exchanged pleasantri
yes met briefly, and something happened between them, an unspoken acce
he desk, her mind racing. Laura struggled to concentrate throughout the evening. Her thoughts kept retur
werful men before, but none had struck her in this manner. It was as if he had recognized
ladies like her. She was a receptionist, a woman trying to make ends meet, while he was one of the city
front desk. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something about her aroused his interest. It was unusual for anyone to capture his whole attention, and even more unusual for him to find himself thinki
as and why she had influenced him in this way. It wasn't about chasing a romantic interest or so