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Chapter Fifty-Three
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The Billionaire's One-Night Baby Chapter Fifty-Eight
CelesteBeneath the table, our hands lingered, hidden from everyone. I finally let go first, sliding my fingers away, though I didn’t want to.Sebastian’s hand stayed close for a heartbeat longer, reluctant to release, until his phone buzzed sharply on the table. With a small, almost regretful sigh, he let go, reaching for it as if forced to break the connection. The warmth lingered in my palm long after our hands parted.“Excuse me,” he muttered, already standing, phone pressed to his ear.I told myself not to look. But my eyes betrayed me, following him just for a second before I quickly diverted my gaze, pretending to busy myself with my napkin.Max stood as well, giving the table a polite nod. “I have to excuse myself too. And I want to thank you all for lunch—especially you, Celeste. It was really nice to meet you.” He smiled at me, genuine but tinged with something else. “Honestly, I like you… but I guess your boss, Sebastian—he’s something else. I think you handle him much bett
The Billionaire's One-Night Baby Chapter Fifty-Seven
CelesteMax’s smile faltered for the briefest moment before settling back into cool composure. He leaned back in his chair, shoulders loose, as if entirely unbothered. “Of course,” he said smoothly, his gaze flicking to me. “I didn’t mean to overstep. There’s a resilience in her… something rare.”The words dropped like sparks into dry grass.Sebastian froze beside me. Not visibly, not dramatically—just enough that the air around him shifted, charged, as if the temperature itself had risen. Every nerve in my body felt it.Nicholas smirked, far too amused. “Careful, Max. You’re sitting across from a wolf. And wolves don’t share well.”“Enough,” I hissed, but my voice barely carried. The damage was done.Sebastian’s hand moved—slow, deliberate—brushing against the back of my chair. Not quite touching me, but close enough to stake a silent claim. Heat bled through the fabric, searing straight into my skin.“She’s not something to share.” His voice was cold steel, quiet but cutting enough
The Billionaire's One-Night Baby Chapter Fifty-Six
CelesteBefore I could protest, Sebastian moved. Smooth. Deliberate. Each step toward me felt like a silent threat, and I couldn’t bring myself to look away.He didn’t take the seat across from me where any normal person would sit. No—he slid into the chair directly beside mine. Close enough that the sleeve of his suit brushed my arm when he adjusted himself.My breath caught in my throat.I shifted slightly away, trying to put even an inch of distance between us, but the table was small, the space unforgiving. His nearness was suffocating, intoxicating, and I hated myself for noticing both.Max blinked, clearly unsettled by Sebastian’s choice. His polite smile wavered as he tried to hold on to the thread of conversation. Nicholas, meanwhile, looked as though he were watching the most entertaining drama unfold.“So, Max, was it?” Nicholas asked, leaning back casually. “How do you know our dear Celeste?”Max straightened, clearly thrown off by the sudden interrogation but answered smoo
The Billionaire's One-Night Baby Chapter Fifty-Five
Celeste The restaurant Max chose overlooked the shore, sunlight spilling through its wide glass windows and scattering across the polished wooden tables. I followed the host with Amara’s small hand tucked in mine, and beside me, Max walked with an ease I could never quite match. He seemed perfectly at home—smiling, greeting staff as if he’d known them for years—while I felt my stomach twist tighter with every step. “Here we are,” he said, pulling out a chair. Amara slid into hers quickly, reaching for the menu with wide eyes. Max sat across from us, his smile directed at me, and I forced myself to return it, even if it felt… strained. “So, Amara,” Max began once the menus were settled, leaning slightly toward her. “Do you like the beach so far?” Amara tilted her head, studying him with that quiet sharpness that sometimes reminded me too much of her father. “It’s okay. I like playing in the water more than sitting here.” I gave her hand a squeeze under the table, but Max only chu
The Billionaire's One-Night Baby Chapter Fifty-Four
CelesteThe sun had already risen when I finally gave up pretending to sleep. My body had been still for hours, but my mind… it hadn’t stopped racing since last night. Since him.Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the echo of his lips again—soft, searing, wrong yet terrifyingly right. It was ridiculous, how one kiss could strip me of sleep, of peace, of the walls I’d spent years building.I pressed the heel of my palm to my forehead, forcing the thought away. No. I couldn’t let myself spiral. Not here. Not when Amara was just a few feet away, still curled under the sheets with her hair fanned across the pillow.Mommy?” she mumbled, stirring as though she felt my restlessness.I leaned close, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. “Good morning, sweetheart. Want to get breakfast early? Just us?”Her eyes lit up instantly. “Pancakes?”I smiled, though it felt fragile. “Pancakes.”It wasn’t just for her. I needed the distraction. I needed the distance—from him, from those eyes that a
The Billionaire's One-Night Baby Chapter Fifty-Three
Celeste For a long moment, the world didn’t exist beyond the press of his lips on mine, the searing warmth of his hand steady at my waist. When he pulled back, my chest rose and fell in a frantic rhythm, as if I’d just run miles barefoot across burning ground. He didn’t let go right away. His hand lingered, fingers flexing once before retreating as if burned. His jaw was tight, his eyes shadowed with something I didn’t dare name. “This shouldn’t have happened,” he said at last, his voice low, frayed. The words sliced through me, colder than the night air outside the glass windows. I forced myself to step back, even though my body screamed against the distance. My lips still tingled, my heart still thrummed in my ears. “You’re right,” I whispered, though it came out shakier than I wanted. “It… it was the wine. I wasn’t thinking straight.” His gaze flicked to mine, sharp, as if he wanted to argue—but then he looked away, dragging a hand through his hair. “No. Don’t blame the wine.
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