The Billionaire's Forgotten Night
“He’s a mystery. That’s the charm.”
Annabelle’s eye twitched. Mystery, my foot.
She folded her arms, glaring at the cluster of nurses like a cat ready to claw. Oh, if only you knew, she thought bitterly. The man you’re drooling over leaves his socks on the floor, eats my midnight snacks, and still forgets to charge his damn phone.
Her lips pressed into a tight line as one nurse giggled. “If I ever met him, I swear, I’d—”
Annabelle couldn’t take it anymore. She turned sharply, muttering under her breath, “If I told them I’m Mrs. Richard Barton, half of them would probably faint, and the other half would throw me in the psych ward next to that poor guy.”
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