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Mr Billionaire's Forgotten Heir

Chapter 2 Whispers of a Recluse

Word Count: 1046    |    Released on: 19/12/2024

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iet that didn't just happen-it was cultivated. Every creak of the wooden bo

y focus was elsewhere. People glanced at me from the corners of their eyes, quick

d cinnamon rolls wrapped around me like a comforting hug. Ab

said, her smile p

o crack her defenses. "Be

here," she replie

conversation in Theo's direction. "So, ho

survive without a good cup of co

it," I said, keeping my tone casual. "E

ing. "We look out for each oth

easily. I sat down at a corner table, pretending to scroll o

r man said as he walked

" Abby replied,

grabbed his coffee. "Tourist?" he as

that," I said, f

the window. "If you're her

use

trangers," he said simp

stomach flipped. So, th

sked, keeping

t friendly. "Because we don'

k, and he shrugged

conversation in my head. These people weren't j

-

o's

her presence, even if I hadn't seen he

They always did, eventually. But she wasn't like the others-pu

for a story. She was t

ment. That hope died the second I saw her sittin

ing glance as I app

g," she murmured

," I mutte

"Be careful, Theo. She's

e, but of course

her voice cutting through

ilent. I turned slow

ent to talk?" she

said f

s ab

t her off, walking

oing to solve anythin

I turned back to her. "You don't know

her eyes gleamed with challenge. "You're

softly. "Find someone el

ord, the weight of her g

-

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Stubborn. But most of all, he was a puz

at the docks clammed up the second I mentioned his name. The shopkeepers gave me polite but curt answ

to understanding the man

ugging at my hair. From here, I could see Theo's cottage-a modest,

as he

s. I turned to see him walking along the cliffsi

't seen

stance. I told myself it wasn

d. The sunset painted the sky in shades of gold and

the camera's settings and framing his sho

und beneath

of the cliff crumbl

bbing onto a root to ke

s hands gripping my arms and hau

doing?" he snapped, his

asped, my heart

muscle ticking in his

ess. "But you saved me,

n his expression-concern, maybe? Bu

id, his voice so

aving me sprawled on the gro

ost guarded man I'd ever met

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