HIS BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET {MxM}
When he returned, he was clutching something behind his back, his face serious.
“Adrian,” he said softly, walking up to me.
I crouched down so we were eye level. “What’s up, buddy?”
He held out a small handmade card, the edges slightly uneven and smudged with crayon. On the front, there was a drawing of three stick figures holding hands, a taller one with dark hair, another with lighter hair, and a small one in the middle. My throat tightened as I opened it.
Inside, in shaky, careful letters, were the words: Thank you for choosing me.
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