Recluse Millionaire, Reluctant Bride. Sun Chara

Ms. Ryan.” Stan rose from his chair, his gaze strobing over her silk-clad curves. “The uniform fits.”

      “Gui,” she corrected, plunking down in the nearest chair.

      “Independent to the hilt—” He resumed his seat, his muttered words for her ears alone.

      “Have to be,” she fired back, smiling to take the sting from her words with the child still staring at her. “Especially these days” –she paused— “and in these circumstances.”