The Billionaire's 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