Carrying An Heir For The Wrong Billionaire
“Mama, look! Ivy's here! And Leo! He pointed to the corner where two children were playing with balloons. We reached the bottom and I let him go, watching as he sprinted towards them, shoes slapping against the polished floor.
I scanned the room, my eyes darting towards every man in the room. Then I saw him.
Conrad, near the fireplace, talking in low tone to a man in his early thirties. He wore a charcoal-grey suit, no tie. His posture was relaxed.
As I was about to look away, his gaze suddenly landed on me, like he knew I was already there.
Our eyes locked.
He didn't turn away like he did other times. He stood there, gazing at me. Then, slowly, he smiled.
Not the right, reluctant smile I ha
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