Page 47 of In Love with a Cruel Billionaire

Chapter 2

To trust a Greek billionaire, one must remember that he is the type to always go after you.

She said: And most times, it’s to remind a girl that she’s “lucky” to have them.

He said: I am a changed man now, matakia mou. These days, I am willing to wait until you admit it is so.

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DAMEN NODDED HIS THANKSto the principal before walking past her, doing his best to keep his stride at a regular pace even though his heart was beating a little faster. He told himself it was just his imagination, but he knew it wasn’t.

No one looking at him would know he was uneasy. Everyone would have thought he was cool and collected, no different from how he typically appeared on TV or print.

He was also dressed exquisitely, his Italian suit handmade and somehow making him sexier than a guy in swimming trunks. There was just something about a man capable of carrying a ten-thousand-dollar suit without any difficulty that was infinitely appealing, breathlessly so if the gasps of the teachers and students who spotted him were anything to go by.

Again, he relied on his GPS to search for his sister, and it took him out of the school building and into an old but picturesque stone path that led to a greenhouse. As he came closer, its glass walls revealed its occupants, which were Diana and...

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“YOU DON’T SAY...yayanymore.”

Mairi glanced up, startled, and then she was tempted to look away again when she realized it was Damen’s younger sister talking to her. Diana strongly resembled Damen in looks – strong enough that it made herrememberwhat she had been trying for so many sleepless nights to forget.

The dark-haired girl had an uncertain smile on her face, forcing Mairi to muster a smile of her own. Diana’s shyness came from having an unsupportive mother, and having met Esther Leventis herself, Mairi could certainly relate.

“You mean I say it less than a hundred times a day?” She wanted to sound lighthearted, but her voice cracked at the end.

“Something like that.”

Diana was still at the entrance of the greenhouse, hovering, and Mairi waved at her to come in. A feeling of déjà vu struck her, but she pushed it aside.

Her student came to her side, quietly gazing as Mairi continued to arrange the newly transplanted roses. The head gardener had used a small portion of the monthly budget to replace old and broken pots with beautiful clay ones, and Mairi had volunteered to take over the arrangement.

These days, she liked volunteering for anything. It helped take her mind off things, never mind if it also added permanent dark circles under her eyes.

“Are you homesick?” Diana asked. She missed the old Ms. Yay, the one that kept them laughing, deliberately or accidentally. But nowadays, the older woman appeared sadder, weaker, and thinner – like someonewiltingaway.

“Yes,” Mairi lied.

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