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A Little Closer

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last update 게시일: 2026-03-31 23:13:07

I let out a breath through my nose. Great. Fantastic. Now they had an inside joke. Maybe next they’d start a club.

“We’re going home,” I repeated, firmer this time.

Poppy immediately grabbed my wrist with both her small hands, as if I had just announced a local apocalypse.

“But Mommy hasn’t seen the lower part yet.”

“What lower part.”

“The little stairs. And the red boat. And the mean bird that tried to steal my pastry before.” She turned to Sebastian. “That bird was criminal.”

“Agreed,” Sebast
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    I walked ahead of Sebastian because if he walked in front of me, I would feel escorted, and if he walked beside me, I would remember our knees in the car. Two bad options. I chose the third: pretending I had control.Daniella was standing in front of the salon door with a tablet in her hand and the face of someone who had just been asked to save the company, the reputation, and possibly her boss’s life within one work hour.Her eyes dropped to me, then lifted to Sebastian.Only for a fraction of a second.Long enough to ask silently: Why is this expensive man here?I answered with a look: Don’t ask if you still value your life.“The buyer is already inside,” she said quietly. “Luc arrived five minutes ago. There are two representatives from the buyer’s side, one legal advisor, and one... I don’t know. They said family office.”“I don’t know?” I repeated.“A man in a dark blue suit who hasn’t touched his mineral water. So clearly he’s either dangerous or dehydrated.”I almost smiled. A

  • The Billionaire's Regret   Be Quiet and Useful

    A few hours later, Poppy had been moved to the family room sofa with a light blanket, Bunny tucked under one arm, and an iPad playing cartoons at a lowered volume after Salma threatened to send the cartoon characters to boarding school. She was still complaining about gelato every twenty minutes, but her tone had gone lazier. A good sign.I had shifted into the mood of a woman who had to face a private Montreux buyer without killing anyone.The meeting was being held at a boutique hotel near Carré d’Or. Not the project site, just neutral ground with a private salon discreet enough for big-money conversations and pretty enough to make people forget everyone inside was assessing one another like expensive fish in an aquarium.I stood in the foyer, sliding my tablet, a slim folder, lipstick, and a charger into my black leather bag. Daniella had already texted three times.[Daniella: Buyer confirmed. They’re already at the hotel.][Daniella: Luc isn’t there yet, but his assistant is.][Da

  • The Billionaire's Regret   The Cologne Villain

    I’m wearing a champagne-colored silk shirt, too delicate for a day that had already been ruined, tucked carelessly into black wide-leg pants. My hair was pulled into a messy bun, a few strands falling at the nape of my neck.“I said I don’t want oatmeal!”I heard her before I saw her.Her little voice echoed from the dining room, still a little raspy because her throat was recovering, but sharp enough to crack glass if aimed with intent.I stopped on the last step, hand on the railing, and closed my eyes for a moment.God gave humans mornings so they could start their lives over. God gave me Poppy Belsky so I would never get too confident about that concept.“I need gelato,” she continued from the dining room. “For recovery.”“Gelato is not medicine.” Salma’s voice came through, patient, but already standing at the edge of the bridge.“That’s because you’re not a doctor, Salma.”“I’ve lived longer than all the little doctors who like glitter.”“I’m not a little doctor. I’m a patient.”

  • The Billionaire's Regret   Not Too Close

    I watched his hand.Again.The hand that had just made investors go quiet. The hand now tucking the blanket beneath my daughter’s chin.Ridiculous, the things that could break a person a little.Not the big sentences. Not the apologies. Not dark eyes and a low voice that had once made me forget logic had practical uses. Not even the fact that Sebastian Romano had just defended my design better than most of the people I paid to defend project timelines.But a hand.One hand under Poppy’s chin, making sure the blanket didn’t touch her nose.As if the world could be rearranged from that one small movement.I stood where I was, my iPad pressed to my chest like a very expensive and completely useless shield.Sebastian didn’t step back from the sofa right away. He stayed bent slightly, his eyes on Poppy’s face. Her bangs had fallen over her forehead again, and he brushed them aside gently. Very gently. As if Poppy’s hair was made of something that could keep the memory of touch.“She’ll be

  • The Billionaire's Regret   Identity, Protected

    I stood.Opened the door.Sebastian was still in the armchair. His laptop was now closed on the small table. Poppy was still asleep on the sofa, one hand clutching Bunny, her little foot kicking the blanket until it was almost on the floor. Sebastian had covered her again.He looked at me when I came out.I put on a flat expression.Unfortunately, my eyes had their own agenda.“Don’t,” I said.Sebastian leaned back in the chair. “I haven’t said anything.”“Your face is preparing something.”“If you listen to them,” he said calmly, as if I had not just forbidden him from speaking, “that design will lose its identity.”I stopped near the sofa.Sebastian continued, “The property will look expensive. But it won’t have a soul.”I narrowed my eyes. “Thank you, ghost of business mentorship.”“You’re not designing a showroom for rich people afraid of taking risks.”The sentence made something in my chest tighten.It was deeply annoying when the ex-husband who was supposed to be useful only fo

  • The Billionaire's Regret   Universal Luxury

    Poppy finally fell asleep in the afternoon after spending the whole day stuck to Sebastian like a sticker.She went down on the long sofa by the window, her chubby body sprawled half sideways, Bunny trapped under one arm, her long hair spread across the pillow, her bangs covering her forehead, one foot sticking out from under the blanket.Sebastian sat in the armchair not far from the sofa.His laptop was open again. But I knew he wasn’t really buried in it. Every time Poppy moved, his fingers stopped on the keyboard. Every time she let out a heavier breath, his eyes lifted immediately. From a distance, he looked relaxed, dark T-shirt, sweatpants, hair only reasonably neat, expressionless face, but his body had a deeply irritating radar.I sat on the other sofa with my iPad in my lap and opened Daniella’s report again.Read one paragraph.Understood nothing.Read it again.Still nothing.My phone vibrated.[Daniella: Boss.][Daniella: Don’t kill me.][Daniella: But Montreux wants a vid

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