Gift for a billionaire

When Racheal woke up the next morning, she immediately sensed something was wrong. Steffan was not in bed beside her.

She slowly rolled out of bed, her body ached from all that running and struggling yesterday.

She checked the bathroom. He was not in there. She rinsed her face and mouth, and stepped out.

“Steffan.” She called.

He walked in as if on cue. She saw he was holding her purse.

“Where did you find this?” She asked, looking up at him.

He was fully dressed, and not in a casual outfit for a Sunday, but in a shirt and a pair of dress pants.

"Good morning to you too.” He said, and kissed her forehead. She blushed.

“Sorry. Where did you find this?”

“One of the guards picked it up, apparently you dropped it in front of the rehab building before you ran for the hills.” He said, sitting on the bed.

She giggled and took the bag from him, searching inside.

She found her phone, and a box of the wristwatch she had made, and planned to give him on their trip yesterday.

She looked at hi