《WANTED! KING NOLAN'S OBSESSION.》全部章節：第 91 章 - 第 100 章

Ronnie's POV At one point, I found myself re-reading the same paragraph five different times without understanding a single thing.Goddess.Why was his existence so distracting?Could it possibly be that Nolan sent him to spy on me? I rubbed at my forehead tiredly before continuing to type again.But honestly?I was exhausted.I hadn’t slept properly in days.Between preparing for the trip, finishing the revisions, emotional stress, and everything else happening in my life...My body was beginning to surrender.Still, I tried fighting it.I adjusted in my seat slightly before forcing my eyes back onto the laptop screen again.A few minutes later, my blinking became slower.Then slower.Then...Darkness.****I didn’t know how long I had been asleep.All I knew was that the soft voice from the aircraft speakers slowly dragged me back into consciousness.“Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts as we prepare for landing.”I frowned slightly while opening my eyes slowly.My n

Ronnie's POV"What?"I stared at my screen over and over again to be sure that I had seen perfectly well.For a moment, my face went pale as if I had just seen a ghost.A message from King Nolan?'Calm down, Ronnie. Calm down!' I kept chanting to myself as I held my phone harder.I finally got myself together, summoning the courage to open the message and see what it contained.A crazy part of me wished it was him finally saying, 'fuck it, I'm gonna tell this woman how I really feel about her, and I'm not holding back anymore.But another part of me was scared.Really scared.I let out a heavy sigh before I finally found the courage to open the message."Meet me at the Balcony. Second floor, extreme right."My heart almost dropped.What do I type back? I thought."Why? Is there a problem?" I typed quickly. But the next second, I was deleting every damn thing on that screen."Hope all is good?"Nah!Do you think he'll just spill it over the phone?For all I knew, the King loves suspens

Ronnie’s POV“You really don’t look okay to me.” Kim said, reaching out to touch my forehead.I moved back instinctively.“Chill… I was just trying to check your temperature. And just like I had thought, you’re burning up.” He said calmly.I raised a brow in surprise, I had never seen him this caring before.“I’m sorry if I’m overstepping my boundaries. I was just worried.” He admitted, tucking his hands back into his pocket like none of this just happened.“I think you should go in now, I’ll be fine.”“You sure?”“I’m sure.” I confirmed.He finally left, disappearing into the crowd so quickly.I turned to a lady who stood by me. She was dressed in the same attire as the protocol team.“Please where’s the lady’s washroom?”“Over there!” She pointed, a soft smile across her face.“Thank you!”Once I shut the door behind me, I rested my head against the wall for a moment, everything playing back in my head like a movie that had been rewind.Breathe.Just breathe.I gently dabbed off the

Ronnie's POVThe warm water slid down my skin as I stood beneath the shower for a few extra minutes than necessary.Honestly, I wasn't even bathing anymore, I was thinking.Or maybe overthinking.The events from last night kept replaying inside my head no matter how much I tried to focus on something else.The moment I finally stepped out of the bathroom, steam followed me into the room. I wrapped a towel around myself and walked toward the mirror.My reflection looked tired. Not physically, more like mentally tired.I had slept, but my mind hadn't rested.Just as I was getting dressed, my phone buzzed on the bedside table.I glanced at the caller for a second."Ronnie!" My mom's voice buzzed through the speakers.A smile immediately spread across my face. "Mom."We spent the next few minutes exchanging pleasantries.Talking about nothing important.How was the trip?How was the hotel?Was I eating properly?Had I been sleeping?The usual questions.The usual answers.For a brief mome

Ronnie’s POV“Hold on!”The interruption was sharp enough to disrupt the atmosphere. It came from Mr. Vance, an investor seated near the middle of the long conference table. Just a few seconds ago, he had been leaning forward with an eager smile, looking like he was ready to sign away a massive chunk of capital. Now, his face was pale, his eyes glued to the screen of his phone.“Is there a problem, Mr. Vance?” the chairman asked, his tone polite but laced with a hint of annoyance at the sudden break in momentum.Mr. Vance didn’t answer immediately.His thumb scrolled furiously against the glass, his eyes widening.My stomach twisted.“Mr. Vance?” the chairman prompted again.Finally, the investor looked up. The eagerness was completely gone from his expression, replaced by a look of anger and disappointment. He looked directly at me, and the sheer hostility in his gaze made me flinch.“A problem?” Mr. Vance breathed out, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. He tossed his phone onto the