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CHAPTER 28
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VivianThe next morning, the room smelled faintly of coffee and sunlight.I woke up to find Vincent already half-dressed, sleeves rolled, phone in one hand, reading something with that quiet concentration that made him look both serious and… unfairly good-looking.“Morning,” I said, stretching beneath the sheets.He turned instantly, a smile tugging at his lips. “Hey. You actually slept in.”“I had a long night,” I said softly, meaning more than the words allowed.His eyebrow arched, amused. “You’re not blaming me for that, are you?”“Maybe,” I teased, sitting up and pulling the blanket closer.He chuckled, leaning against the wall. “Guilty as charged then.”There was something so easy about that — the way our conversation flowed like we’d been doing this for years. No awkwardness. No second-guessing. Just a quiet kind of comfort that felt new and familiar all at once.⸻By the time we made it down for breakfast, my father was already dressed, suitcase beside him.“You’re leaving?” I
FALLING FOR THE COLD BILLIONAIRE NEXT DOOR CHAPTER 82
VincentMorning came slow.The kind that slipped in through the curtains, soft and gold, too gentle for a city that never stopped moving. For a moment, I just lay there, watching her sleep beside me — her breathing steady, her face peaceful in a way I hadn’t seen before.There was something almost unreal about it.Last night hadn’t been planned. It had just… happened.A quiet moment at her door that turned into something else.Something that felt less like crossing a line and more like finding home.I reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. She stirred slightly but didn’t wake, only murmured something under her breath and shifted closer. I smiled — the kind of smile I never used in boardrooms or cameras. The kind that belonged only to her.I slipped out of bed carefully, grabbed a shirt, and pulled on a jacket. She deserved breakfast — or at least coffee that didn’t taste like hotel sludge.⸻The hotel lobby was already busy. I ordered two coffees and whatever brea
FALLING FOR THE COLD BILLIONAIRE NEXT DOOR CHAPTER 81
VivianThe first thing I noticed was the light.Soft, gold, and too gentle to belong to Seoul’s usual rush.It spilled through the curtains, falling across tangled sheets, warm skin, and the faint trace of his cologne. For a few seconds, I didn’t move — just lay there, my body humming with the memory of the night before.The room was quiet, except for the steady hum of the air conditioning and the distant sounds of the city below. I turned slightly, eyes landing on the empty space beside me. The pillow still held the shape of his head, the sheets still warm where he’d been.Vincent was gone.My lips curved faintly. Typical. Always the one to slip out quietly before I even opened my eyes.I stretched, feeling the soft ache in my limbs — not pain, just the reminder of something real, something that had happened between us that no rumor or headline could twist. Last night wasn’t planned, and maybe that’s why it felt so right.The sound of the door unlocking pulled me back.“Good morning
FALLING FOR THE COLD BILLIONAIRE NEXT DOOR CHAPTER 80
VincentBy the time we made it back into the hotel, the night had settled over Seoul like a calm exhale. The streets below glittered faintly, the hum of the city dimmed to something almost tender.It was close to midnight when we stepped out of the elevator. The hallway was hushed — warm lights spilling softly across patterned carpet, the kind of quiet that made you aware of your own breathing.Vivian walked a few steps ahead, her hair falling in loose waves down her back. I trailed behind with my hands shoved into my pockets, pretending I wasn’t memorizing the sound of her heels brushing against the floor.Her room was across from mine, the doors facing each other like some kind of unspoken choice. When she stopped, I did too.She turned toward me, keycard in hand, and gave a small, tired smile. “Thanks for tonight.”The words were soft — too soft — like she was afraid of breaking whatever fragile thing had formed between u
FALLING FOR THE COLD BILLIONAIRE NEXT DOOR CHAPTER 79
VivianThe restaurant on the top floor of the hotel glowed with a kind of quiet elegance — soft gold lighting, the faint hum of jazz, glasses clinking gently against each other. I sat across from my dad, Vincent beside me, and for the first time that week, I felt something close to normal.Dad was telling a story — something about the early days of his photography career in London — and I could see the faint amusement on Vincent’s face, like he wasn’t sure whether to laugh or take notes.“So, you’re telling me you used an entire roll of film because your subject sneezed?” Vincent asked, leaning forward slightly.Dad grinned. “Perfection takes patience, Evans. You of all people should know that.”I almost choked on my water. “Dad, that’s not—”Vincent chuckled, shaking his head. “He’s not wrong. I might’ve done worse for a campaign shoot once.”They both laughed, and I found myself smiling quietly between them. I hadn’t realized until that moment how strange — and yet how comforting —
FALLING FOR THE COLD BILLIONAIRE NEXT DOOR CHAPTER 78
VivianThe ride from the cemetery was quiet, wrapped in noon sunlight that spilled through the taxi windows in soft, gold streaks. Seoul moved outside in familiar rhythm — the hum of traffic, chatter from cafés, the low pulse of a city that never really stopped breathing.For the first time in days, I felt lighter. Not healed. Not whole. But breathing again.Vincent sat beside me, his small suitcase balanced between his knees. One hand rested on the seat between us, close enough that our fingers brushed whenever the car hit a bump. The simple rhythm of our movements — the quiet, the nearness — was enough.We didn’t talk much. We didn’t have to.Sometimes silence said enough.He turned his head toward me, a faint smile tugging his lips. “You sure you don’t want to grab lunch before heading to the hotel?”I gave him a small look. “You mean before you fall asleep from jet lag?”He huffed. “Hey, I’m not that bad.”“You said that when you got back from Paris,” I reminded him. “Then you pas
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