Billionaire's Hidden Princess by Alegna Ciee (tharntype novel english .TXT) 📕

Perhaps, Leticia has been a little bit too greedy when she said she wanted to hear his voice.

Livius had already been with her the whole time yesterday. He also spent the entire night in her apartment just to look after her.

But now, not even a day later, she already found herself wanting to be with him again. A total of six call attempts is probably a bit of a stretch either, and that might make her look like a bothersome girlfriend. 

It could be that Livius is just in the middle of something important at the moment. She isn't certain whether he's still in college or he's already working, but regardless of what exactly he's doing, she thinks that he sure is very busy to not answer any of her calls. 

"Still not picking up, huh? But it's ringing, isn't it? Which means his phone is not the problem here," Vanessa pondered out loud before looking at the brunette through the corners of her eyes.

With a downcast gaze, Leticia only stoops her head low and mopes over after trying to reach Livius for the seventh time. She frowns sadly at her crestfallen expression, feeling both sorry and worried for her. 

Vanessa was struck nonplussed as soon as she learned that this shy and unsociable friend of hers has finally gotten herself a boyfriend for the first time. She was thrilled and even shared her moment of joy at first, but after hearing how their love story unfolded, she can't help but lift a brow at how fast everything escalated.

It all sounds like a fairytale-like encounter for Vanessa. After all, it hasn't even been a week since the two of them met, and knowing how conservative Leticia could be, she wouldn't probably enter a commitment impetuously. 

Not to mention, her boyfriend is said to be extremely good-looking and wealthy, but that's all they're really certain of. She doesn't know the most simple details about him such as his full name, age, hobbies, home address, economic status and many more.

"Okay, that's it, stop calling..." Vanessa trailed off in frustration after she tried to hit the call button again.

"Maybe he's just really, very, truly busy at the moment, so don't sulk, Eya. Just try it again later. For now, let's get ourselves some desserts."

In an attempt to cheer her friend up and as her way of apologizing for putting ideas in her head, she treated her to lunch as soon as they arrived at the cafe. Since she's the type who would refuse such offers, she made sure to do it without her knowing.

Surprised when Vanessa bought her desserts out of nowhere, Leticia managed to brighten up for a while after, though she still can't keep her smile from dropping in every instance she remembers Livius. As much as she wanted to check her phone for any message, she just chose not to do so since she might end up letting her disappointment seep through if there happened to be nothing.

That would waste her friend's efforts to lift her spirits up in the end.

"Excuse me for a moment, Nessy. I'll just go to the restroom," the brunette voiced out after finishing her meal.

Right then, though, someone suddenly bumped into Leticia from behind the moment she stood up from her seat and stepped out of their table. Vanessa almost choked on her drink in surprise when the two crashed on each other out of nowhere.

That person ended up yelping while she screeched a little in flummox. She then turned around to find a familiar face - an attractive blonde-haired guy with emerald green irises, wearing a green hoodie jacket and headphones around his neck.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry, Miss...!" he apologized frantically until a sense of recognition passed through his face. 

"Wait a second, you're... Ms. Selene, right? My classmate at the design department?"

Taken aback by how this popular figure easily recognized her despite being a bit of an outcast in class, Leticia only blinks at him before nodding. Unlike her, anyone can immediately recognize this guy as the rising supermodel in their departmet who goes by the name of Gabriel. 

Gabriel is a friendly and outgoing person who's also known for being a sunshine boy due to his vibrant physical features and bright personality - the polar opposite of her. Though he's learning fashion designing, he also works at a certain modelling ageny. 

"I-I'm so s-sorry too... I-I didn't know someone's behind me and-"

Then, she paused.

Leticia flinches in nonplus the instant she realizes that he accidentally spilled his vanilla frappe on his shirt when they bumped into each other. Deeply troubled, she frantically begged pardon again before taking out her handkerchief and mindlessly wiping the cream off herself.

"I really am very sorry! I'll buy you another drink if you want. Fortunately, the stain isn't too bad. It can be washed off easily," she rambled absentmindedly, too distraught to even recall to stutter.

"Woah... You finally talked," Gabriel mused out loud all of the sudden, making her look at him again in puzzlement.

"Huh?"

"Oh, sorry, it just... took me aback. I never really heard you talk without stuttering before."

Leticia is a bit caught off guard by this. Only then did she realize that she was able to string a coherent speech without stumbling with her words. Gabriel just chuckles at the enlightened look on her face, somewhat amused.

"Don't worry about this either, Ms. Selene. I'm fine, and it's my fault for not looking, anyway," he continued with a reassuring smile before gently holding her hand out of nowhere.

That's when she realized that she just wiped his shirt without his permission. Flustered by her impetuous action, she then takes a step back and hastily retrieves her arm, blushing in embarrassment all the while.

"I-I'm sorry for touching you...! If you want, you can have my handkerchief to wipe it off instead," she offered a bit timidly, handing over the cloth.

Not really expecting her good-natured gesture, his eyes widen a little while he gapes slightly. He knows that she's always been too shy to be in any social circle in class, and that she really can't stand being the center of attention for a long time.