The Oblivious Heiress
Language: en
I possess a superpower: absolute obliviousness. My childhood frenemy, who has secretly loved me for years, performed a seductive dance right in front of me. Me: "If you've got a rash, go take a shower." At a gala, an arrogant heiress tried to flex her massive diamond ring in my face. Me: "Sorry, I'm straight. Not interested." The cold, abstinent billionaire heir of New York suddenly tripped and fell right into my arms. Me: "Mr. Thorne, do you have stamina issues?" His handsome face crumbled into heartbreak and despair. Suddenly, a stream of comments floated across my vision. [He’s…