Hate To Love You My Billionaire Lover

But the mornings were foggy for the first couple of days. They woke up early every day until finally, they saw a real sunrise seven days later.

When the little sun, looking like an egg yolk, gently jumped out from behind the horizon and reflected on the old man’s face, a bittersweet feeling washed over Arianna. Her face was covered in tears, and she didn’t even know it.

But in a couple of minutes, the sun was hidden behind some black clouds. Everywhere was dark, quiet, and peaceful. There was no sign of a hopeful future.

In fact, according to Dr. Lynch, when the appearance of her grandfather improved, it meant that the destructive effect of the tumor was getting worse. The old man was now no longer violent or explosive. He had never even shown such calmness and grace when he was fully healthy.

Arianna almost missed the situations where her grandfather attempted to attack her several times. Back then, she was just sad, not desperate.

She often thinks about her old memories with her grandfather now. The countless walks they used to go on after the rain was her favorite. She remembered how both of them used to jump straight into the puddles and would go home with their clothes soaked. Then they sat by the fire to warm up with some hot chocolate that her old nanny had prepared for them.

She saw Ryan in the hospital the other evening, but he walked away quickly like he was avoiding her. She thought she saw things.

While she was staring in Ryan’s direction, her grandfather asked, “Do you know that boy?Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

“Huh?”

“He has been here once or twice before. When you weren’t looking, he had been watching you for a long time.”

“Oh.”

“Does he like you?”

“I don’t know… Probably not.”

“With a girl like you… I would come after you myself if I were a young man.”

Arianna choked on air.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“… Sort of.” She was suddenly scared, so she lied.

That night she called Ryan Cooper.

“Thank you, Ryan.”

The other end of the phone remained speechless.

“Thank you for all you’ve done. Covering the cost of my grandfather’s medicine and the special care of Dr. Lynch. It’s just….” She was not very good at thanking others, and the proper words were not coming to her.

“… The donor is Mr. Cooper. He and Dr. Lynch were classmates back in high school.”

“He is taking the initiative to support the foe who killed his parents. Even for that, I will not be grateful to him.”

“Mr. Cooper does not need anyone’s gratitude, Miss Jenkins. He just wants to help some patients who have the same illness as his mother.” After a while, Ryan’s tone became harder, “Okay, I accept your gratitude. It is indeed me who is behind all this. So please, don’t refuse. Otherwise, I will take the funding away from the other patients as well.”

“Ryan, why are you saying this?” Arianna had long suspected her grandfather’s fees were being covered by an acquaintance. But, though he was her primary guess, it was hard for her to learn directly that it was Travis who was paying for him.

“He knows who he is paying for,” Ryan said before hanging up the phone.

****

Arianna was surprised to see her former boss, Charles, in this remotely located hospital.

Charles was with a little boy who was discharged two weeks ago. The child had gradually recovered against all odds. And now, apparently, the boy was going to be in the care of his family that lived out of the country.

When Arianna was helping Dr. Lynch sort out some data, someone told her that a previous patient would like to see her. Turning around, she saw the cute little boy standing there with his arms behind his back. He was standing next to Charles with a big smile on his face.

But Charles was also surprised to see Arianna here and said, “Kevin will be leaving with his aunt and uncle the day after tomorrow. I’m not related to them, but I went to university with Kevin’s uncle. They weren’t able to come today so I took him. I didn’t expect you to be the Arianna he was talking about.”

Arianna smiled and winked at the little boy. Kevin still did not say a word and was now hiding behind Charles with a sly smile, peeping at her.

Back when Charles was her boss, she did not speak to him much. They usually simply greeted each other in a formal manner and went on with their own business. She only had a vague impression of Charles as a young and promising man who was pleasant to be around but knew how to get things done.

In most women’s minds, men were divided into different classes-the jerks, the funny ones, the nice ones, the playboys, etc. However, Arianna had long lost these smaller categorizations. All men were included in the group ‘male’ to her.

At this time, her former boss was slightly smiling at her under the soft afternoon sun, and he said, “I really thought you resigned because you were going to marry someone. It turned out that you came to work here. Is this more interesting than the old job? Or more meaningful?”

“Maybe.” Arianna looked down at her shoes and did not want to explain more.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to invade your privacy…. After I filed away your resignation form, I found your registration form and remembered something. So I took a look…”

Arianna kept silent. In her file registration, her grandfather’s name was written in the family column, marked under ‘retired’ with no more information. After merely two to three years, people were forgetting the mighty Franco Sanchez. Unfortunately, Charles was able to put the pieces together and connect Arianna’s grandfather to the Sanchez Group.

“You and I had been working together for a long time. As your superior, I was unaware of your situation. I am very sorry. If I knew, I would have given you more time off to be with your grandfather.”

“Thank you. But you don’t need to be sorry.” Arianna replied quietly. She was unable to process this concern from someone who was basically a stranger.