A Billionaire Saw A Poor Girl Wearing His Necklace He Gave To Someone Years Ago

something softer and more painful than either—want.

“Books,” she whispered. “And shoes.”

She lifted the teddy bear by one arm, stared at it, then at him. “Are these really for me?”

“Yes.”

“No paying later?”

“No.”

“No trick?”

“No trick.”

Children should not know enough to ask that. He felt it like a rebuke.

She held the bag a little closer. “If you’re not bad,continue reading …