A Billionaire's Chase; wanting her back.
“Perfumes from Maison H., some limited-edition jewelry pieces, a few floral arrangements, designer dresses, and fruit hampers from La Belle Harvest.”
Her tone was measured, but her eyes flickered every now and then, searching my face for a reaction. I stared at the screen, my thoughts already elsewhere—on Elina lying weak and pale in bed. I still couldn’t shake the image.
“Choose the perfume,” I said finally. “That one—” I pointed at the second bottle, subtle and elegant, the type Elina would have liked. “And the dress beside it. Add some fruits too. I want everything packaged neatly and brought to my office before I leave.”