The Return Of The Secret Billionaire

Chapter 71.

Nathan woke up the next morning on Christmas day, and his next instinct was to call a particular person.

It had been on his mind all night.

A mottle of baby blue and white, blended to fashion his favorite morning gray, adorned the newborn sky. Truly, it had been Christmas. He could feel it now.

The halo of the horizon arrived with golden grace, inviting the dreams of night to enter the day.

And even that morning came as if even the clouds had inner grins.

He remembered a poem he had read once, by someone he suddenly couldn't remember.

-In morning there is more joy in the part of me that peeks through the windows of my eyes.

In the morning there is more love awaiting a chance to jump into the air in that silent crackle we sense with our soul. In the morning there is more deep sweetness that resonates within and finds a way to express this energy that is me-

It was such a good day for him. He could feel it in his every bones.

That was when he decided to pick up his phone, and dialed