My Sweet Billionaire

Lucas

As she stood there, dazed, her delicate wrist was firmly grasped by a pair of hot, large hands, gracefully pulling her up from the ground.

Kaitlyn was startled by his warmth and quickly jerked backwards, breaking free. "I'm fine, really. I'm so sorry for scratching your car. I'll pay for the damages," she stammered, rummaging through her bag and hurriedly pressing all her paper money into his palm. "Here, goodbye."

Primarily intimidated by his commanding aura, she feared her legs would give out and embarrass her if she stayed any longer.

Watching her adorable blush, Lucas Watson's thin lips curved upward, his voice low and velvety. "Aren't you forgetting something? Your phone?"

Kaitlyn turned hurriedly and saw him waving her phone. As she reached for it, he withdrew it, saying calmly, "If the money isn't enough for the repairs, what then?"

"Um, what should I do?" Kaitlyn asked, her long lashes fluttering. Her pupils dilated in surprise and panic, her beautiful eyes shimmering, igniting a fiery warmth in his heart.

Lucas's gaze remained unruffled, but the tightly knotted tie made him feel suffocated. His throat moved as he said gently, "Perhaps we could exchange it for your phone?"

Kaitlyn's soft fingers curled, as she said anxiously, "No, I can't give you my phone. I'll pay you the money. How much more do I owe?"

Seeing her bewildered expression, Lucas found it amusing. She was still like a rabbit, so innocent and gullible that a simple remark could make her so nervous.

Yet it was this innocence that he couldn't resist. Then the curve of his lips flattened, and his long fingers took her hand, placing the phone in her palm. "Was that a joke? Did you take it seriously?"

Kaitlyn was surprised, "I..."

Before she could finish, Lucas had already turned and calmly gotten back into his car.

Kaitlyn watched as the Bentley slowly drove away. The phone in her hand still retained a trace of warmth. The man really had a high body temperature. She could feel it when he held her hand.

Somehow, she felt like he had fled in panic. It was her fault, so why did he run away?

He was such a strange man, but his looks were even better than those of male celebrities in the entertainment industry.

As a reporter at the leading newspaper in Nova Haven, Kaitlyn specialized in social news. Although her best friend was an entertainment reporter, under her influence, Kaitlyn had also seen countless handsome men in the entertainment circle. But compared to this man, those fresh-faced idols paled in comparison.

Thinking of the Bentley, she realized it was one of the three limited-edition cars in the world, priceless. When did such a bigwig come to Nova Haven, and how did she not know about it?

Inside the Bentley, Lucas's long fingers rubbed his temples, loosening the top two buttons of his white shirt and tossing his tie aside. The faint pulsing veins on his pale neck were exposed.

The man who had been so genteel and refined earlier had completely lost his composure now.

Lucas rubbed the faint scent on his fingertips, still the familiar one that could ignite his desire at any moment.

His eyes, once distant and deep, gradually filled with intense heat. Beneath his white shirt, his muscular body subtly emerged due to his suppressed restraint, and his thin lips exuded a dangerous, blood-tinged aura.

Ethan Clarke, the assistant in the passenger seat, turned his head to look at the woman in a long dress outside the window and flattered, "Miss Miller seems to be living quite comfortably these days. After not knowing you, her eyes towards you are full of kindness."

Instantly, the atmosphere in the car froze. Ethan realized he had spoken out of turn and shivered silently.

Taking advantage of the lunch break that hadn't ended yet, Kaitlyn hailed a taxi and returned to the newspaper office.

As soon as she entered the company, she saw female colleagues gathered around a newly released financial daily, discussing excitedly: "Lucas is really insanely handsome, the new male god of the business world, and the key point is that he's still single!"

"Wonder who that lucky b***h is who caught Lucas' eye."

"Ugh, I heard Lucas doesn't like women and only hires male assistants."

Overhearing their conversation, Kaitlyn casually replied, "Having money, looks, but no woman. Do you know what this suggests?"

The female colleagues instinctively turned to look at her and asked in unison, "What does it suggest?"

Meeting their eager eyes, Kaitlyn took out a small mirror from her desk, applied lipstick while mysteriously saying, "It suggests he likes men."

"Oh, shut up, Kaitlyn! Be careful, we'll gang up on you!" Sophia Rose Johnson slid her office chair towards Kaitlyn.

Kaitlyn put down the mirror and smiled with her eyes crinkling: "So, what kind of ethereal beauty has captivated you all so much? Let me have a look."

Sophia took out her phone, opened Baidu, and searched for Lucas.

"The pixel quality in the newspaper is too poor to capture even one ten-thousandth of Lucas' beauty. Let's see the high-resolution images."

The elegant and dignified profile that appeared on the phone caused Kaitlyn to exclaim in surprise, "How could it be him!"

"Kaitlyn, do you know Lucas?" The other colleagues had dispersed and didn't hear her words, but Sophia heard clearly.