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Chapter Twenty-Two
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CelesteHe ran a hand through his hair, gaze dropping to the untouched cup between his palms. “Do you ever feel like there’s something missing?” he asked quietly, voice almost lost in the hum of the kitchen light.I blinked, unsure if he meant it as a rhetorical question. “Missing?”Sebastian nodded slowly. “Like… you’re walking through life fine, functioning, doing everything you’re supposed to. But there’s a gap somewhere. Like a part of your story just—got erased.”There was a roughness to his voice that hadn’t been there before.I didn’t answer. I waited.“I got into an accident,” he said finally, his voice low. “A year ago. They told me I was lucky it wasn’t worse, but... I lost some things.”He tapped the side of his head gently. “Memories. Not all of them. Just—some.” He let out a dry, hollow laugh. “Selective amnesia, they called it.”My stomach twisted.“I don’t even know what I forgot,” he added, looking straight ahead like he couldn’t bear to meet my eyes. “That’s the messe
The Billionaire's One-Night Baby Chapter Twenty-Four
CelesteIt was already the early hours of the morning, and I still hadn’t closed my eyes.I had tossed and turned for what felt like hours, but sleep wouldn’t come. The rain had quieted to a soft whisper, and the whole house had long since gone still. But my mind? It was anything but quiet. Loud with memories, questions, and feelings I wasn’t ready to name.I sat up slowly, pressing a palm to my forehead. My body felt warm—not from fever, but from the chaos in my thoughts.Maybe some water would help. Or milk. Anything warm. Anything distracting.I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could and padded into the hallway, the sleeves of Sebastian’s oversized sweatshirt brushing my fingers. The wooden floor was cool against my bare feet, and every creak beneath me felt like it echoed a little too loudly in the silence.When I reached the kitchen, I paused.The light was already on.I frowned slightly and slowed my steps as I turned the corner.And there he was.Sebastian stood near the kitc
The Billionaire's One-Night Baby Chapter Twenty-Three
CelesteI walked back into the kitchen, trying to keep my heart from racing. The smell of garlic, eggs, and something a little burnt hung in the air, and the sight that greeted me almost made me forget how to breathe.Sebastian was still at the stove—now fully clothed, thank God—spooning rice and eggs onto two plates like he hadn’t just spent the last two days fighting a fever and scaring me half to death. He looked better. Still pale, still moving a bit slower than usual, but steady on his feet. Focused.He glanced over his shoulder. “Perfect timing. Food’s ready.”“Thanks,” I said softly, sliding onto the stool at the counter. I tucked my hair behind my ear, pretending to read the steam rising from the plate instead of watching him move with practiced ease.We ate quietly for a few moments. The clinking of silverware against ceramic filled the silence. Strangely enough, it wasn’t awkward. Just… quiet. Like we both needed a minute to adjust to this version of reality where I was in h
The Billionaire's One-Night Baby Chapter Twenty-Two
CelesteI checked on him again around two.He was still asleep, though his breathing had improved, and his color was less pale. I pressed the back of my hand to his forehead—warm, but no longer burning. That was something. His lips moved slightly in sleep, barely forming a sound, and I leaned closer in case he was saying something.Nothing. Just a whisper lost in a dream.I stood there for another minute, watching him.Then I walked back out to the living room, sat on the couch, and opened my laptop.Work mode.I had promised to stay on top of emails and Mr. Williams’ calendar—ironic, considering he was lying unconscious in the next room. Still, I pulled up my dashboard, combed through the notifications, and started replying as professionally as I could, pretending I wasn’t babysitting my boss while hiding an entire lifetime of truth from him.Between editing a few reports and rescheduling a video meeting, I checked on Sebastian twice more. Each time, he was still sleeping. Each time,
The Billionaire's One-Night Baby Chapter Twenty-One
Celeste I didn’t leave. Not after seeing the way he coughed in his sleep, how his body burned with fever, how disoriented he was when he mumbled my name like it was the only thing he could hold onto. He needed someone. And I couldn’t turn my back on him. Not when I knew he’d never ask for help, not even when he clearly needed it. So I stayed. After settling him back into bed and making sure his fever meds were taken, I moved around the penthouse with soft, deliberate steps. It felt strange, being in this place again—where everything had started six years ago. But I didn’t let myself get lost in the memory. I made quick work of tidying up the living room and kitchen, wiped down the counters, and found a clean towel to wet with cold water for his forehead. After checking on him—still asleep, his breathing steadier—I slipped my phone out of my bag. I opened the company app and typed: Celeste Shawn: Good afternoon. I’d like to request to work remotely today. I’ll stay on top of
The Billionaire's One-Night Baby Chapter Twenty
CelesteThe next day, I gave in.I told myself I wouldn’t. That I didn’t care. That it wasn’t my place.But when I found myself standing outside the address written on that crumpled piece of paper—my heart thudding in my chest, my fingers cold despite the sun—I knew I’d been lying to myself all along.I couldn’t stop thinking about him.Two days of silence.Two days of unanswered emails and an empty chair in that glass office.Two days of pretending not to be worried, not to care, not to check my phone every hour just in case he sent something—even a single period would’ve been enough. But there was nothing. Not a ping. Not a word.And now, here I was.I stared up at the sleek high-rise, my eyes following the lines of glass and steel. The paper Nicolas had given me was clutched in my hand, slightly wrinkled from how many times I’d opened and folded it back. His neat handwriting stared back at me.An address.And beneath it… a code.At first, I hadn’t even registered what the numbers m
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