FROM DESK TO DATE ; A BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE

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and the hum of sewing machines. The French seamstress, Madame Claudette, approache

e to see you. How may I assist you today?" Mada

miring the elegant gowns that ador

and Anaïs. I must say, the outfits you made for them last time were a

Madame Daphne. It is always a delight to create for your family.

a nearby table, Mrs. Daphne ch

ists on looking like a dashing young gentleman rath

ed the clothes, their fingers tracing the in

ed the arrival of a young man, tall and

o collect my garments", he said

took in his tailored suit, the f

shing in that tailored suit. It suits you

at the corners. I am Alexandre, Madame. Y

, my children's c

our children's clothes. It is the leas

ur Alexandre, you are too generous. Thank you so much, I'd let th

Madame. And perhaps you could bombard me with tales of your daughter's desi

de

thousand and fifty dol

rest, extend my regards to your litt

sir, I app

shed now. " I'd be leaving sir,

that soun

you head

, quite a dist

n with me, I'd

thank you" s

thes Lea had chosen, and he laughed heartily at the sight. He opened th

excitement in her stomach. Then suddenly a feeling of fear settled in. He could be

n know what I was thinking earlier, like this world was so

ou're fin

ust exhausted, it

ue, with the most elegant decor and finest cuisine. He had invited Lea, hoping to surprise her with a r

out of the car and bid her farewell with a gallant bow. "Until we

drove off, her heart pound

is to avoid suspicion, you even know my house now, you'd stalk me, idiot!". S

briskly int

books and large bags dangling on their hands. As they made their way up the stairs to their fifth-floor apartment, Léa cou

It was their neighbor, Daphne, a kind woman who had taken them under her wing after their parents had

ut as they approached the

hildren approach. "Oh, it was good, my

ne. Damien proudly showed off the new soccer ball he had won in a game at recess, Maël excite