Billionaire Is Allergic To All Women But Fell For Runaway Bride Hiding In His Bathroom

Yes, I heard. The entire hotel heard. Half of Chicago probably heard. His tone dripped with boredom.

What does that have to do with me? We need to search every room, sir.

Mr. Desmond’s orders. There was a pause. Novi held her breath so hard her lungs burned.

“You want to search my room?” “Sir, we have orders.” Zach pulled out his phone and dialed.

His movements were unhurried, casual, like he had all the time in the world. “Uncle Desmond, your men are at my door.

I demanding to search my room like I’m a common criminal. I was in the shower when they started pounding.

Do you really believe I’m hiding your runaway bride in my bathroom?” Silence. Novi watched Zach’s lips curve into a thin, humorless smile.

That’s what I thought. He held out the phone to the guard. Even from across the room, Novi could hear Desmond’s voice booming through the speaker.

Get away from my nephew’s door. You know how he is with women. Search the other floors now.

The guards apologized profusely, stumbling over their words, and retreated down the hallway. Zach closed the door.

Relief flooded through Novi like warm water. Her knees went weak. Tears pricricked her eyes.

“Thank you,” she gasped. “Thank you so much. I don’t know how to.” And then her nose started to tickle.

“No.” Something in the air and the steam still wafting from the bathroom. The lingering scent of Oh, no.

No, no, no, no. Sneezed. Loud, explosive. The kind of sneeze that echoed off walls and announced your presence to everyone within a 5m radius.

Then she coughed once, twice. Her throat tightened, her eyes watered. “What’s wrong with you?”

Zach demanded your shampoo. Another violent cough. I’m allergic to a sneeze that nearly bent her double.

Strong fragrances, certain chemicals. Bang! Bang! Bang! Mr. Brown. We heard a woman open this door.

Zach whirled on her and his black eyes blazed with a fury that made Novi shrink back against the wall.

I’m sorry, she choked out between coughs. I can’t I can’t help it. The door burst open.

Two guards charged inside and their eyes went wide when they saw Novi. Wedding dress, tear stained face.

I coughing like she was dying. Sir,” one guard said slowly, disbelief dripping from every syllable.

“That’s that’s the bride, the one who’s supposed to marry Mr. Desmond Brown.” Silence. The guards looked at Zach.

Zach looked at the guards. Novi coughed and wished the floor would open up and swallow her hole.

“Sir,” the second guard stepped forward. “We need to take her back to the ceremony.