The Billionaire's 200-Day Bride
His words trailed off as the door creaked open, and Amara walked in, her delicate frame holding a timid posture.
Louis smiled. “We’ll discuss this later,” he muttered into the phone before hanging up.
“Amara, my darling,” he greeted, his tone warm.
Amara bit her lip, her gaze fixed on the floor. “L–Louis, I have a favor to ask. I was wondering if—”
“Is it about money for your weekly shopping? Don’t worry. I’ll transfer the amount in a few minutes. Just let me wrap up here,” Louis interrupted, brushing her hair aside to place a kiss on her forehead.
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