บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire’s Caretaker : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The next morning, Emma woke up earlier than usual, her mind clouded by conflicting emotions. She had enjoyed her date with Matt; he was charming and attentive, yet she couldn’t deny the lingering thoughts of Alex that kept creeping in at the most inconvenient moments. She brushed off the feelings as irrational and focused on getting ready for the day.Downstairs, Alex sat at the dining table, his eyes glued to his laptop screen but his mind elsewhere. He hadn't slept much; thoughts of Emma and her date consumed him. Every time he pictured Matt’s smug smile as he escorted Emma out of the mansion, Alex felt an inexplicable pang of jealousy that he refused to acknowledge.As Emma entered the room, the sound of her heels clicking on the marble floor pulled Alex from his thoughts. She looked radiant, her hair tied back in a neat ponytail, her outfit professional yet effortlessly chic. Alex’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer than he intended, but he quickly masked his thoughts with

Later that afternoon, Emma was tending to the garden outside. The sun was warm on her skin, the rhythmic sound of the shears in her hand keeping her thoughts from drifting back to her conversation with Alex.“Hey, stranger.”Emma turned to see Matt leaning against the fence, his usual confident grin in place. He was dressed casually, his jeans slightly dusty as though he’d just come from the ranch.“Matt,” she said, surprised but smiling. “What brings you here?”He shrugged. “Saw your car parked out front and thought I’d drop by. Hope that’s okay.”“Of course,” she said, setting down her shears. “I was just finishing up.”Matt’s eyes softened as he studied her. “You know, I’ve been thinking about our last date. I had a great time.”Emma’s heart skipped a beat. She knew where this was heading, and while Matt was charming and kind, her feelings felt more complicated than ever now.“I’m glad you did,” she said carefully, brushing a stray leaf from her sleeve.“And I was hoping we could d

Alex sat in his spacious office, the skyline of Asokoro stretched out before him. It was late into the evening, the city lights casting a soft glow on his face as he stared at the stacks of paperwork in front of him. The glow from his computer screen was the only light, yet it didn’t seem to matter; he wasn’t really seeing the documents or emails in front of him. His mind kept drifting back to Emma, to the quiet, fleeting moments they had shared.The air in the room felt thick, suffocating, like the weight of his own emotions had transformed the space into something unrecognizable. The files in front of him were no different from the thoughts he kept trying to suppress. Everything about his day—from handling business matters to dealing with the children—had been a distraction, a poor attempt at keeping his mind occupied.But the more he tried to focus on his work, the more his thoughts kept circling back to Emma.It had started the moment Matt had appeared, asking Emma to prepare for

It was late, and the house had quieted down for the night. Emma stood in the kitchen, tidying up after dinner. The faint hum of the dishwasher filled the silence, but her thoughts were louder. Matt’s message had lingered in her mind all day, making her stomach churn with unease.Just as she reached to turn off the kitchen lights, she heard footsteps. Turning around, she saw Alex standing in the doorway. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, his tie slightly loosened. He looked tired, but there was something more—a weight in his gaze that she couldn’t quite place.“I didn’t think anyone was still awake,” Emma said, her voice soft.Alex walked in, his hands sliding into his pockets. “I couldn’t sleep. Thought I’d grab some water,” he replied, though the way his eyes lingered on her made it clear she was the reason he’d come downstairs.Emma hesitated. She had been avoiding him since the awkward tension Matt had stirred. But now, with Alex standing so close, his presence felt magnetic.“You

The house was unusually quiet that evening, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning. Emma was in the kitchen finishing up the dishes, her thoughts wandering between Alex’s earlier message and the children. The calm didn’t last long.A loud slam echoed from upstairs, followed by hurried footsteps. Emma dried her hands and glanced toward the staircase just as Julia appeared, pale-faced and clutching a bundle of fabric tightly against her waist.“Julia?” Emma called, concerned.Julia froze, her expression shifting between embarrassment and panic. “I-I’m fine!” she stammered, backing toward the stairs.Emma stepped forward cautiously. “You don’t look fine. Did something happen?”“No!” Julia barked defensively, her face turning crimson. She tried to bolt, but Emma’s gentle persistence stopped her in her tracks.“Julia, talk to me,” Emma said softly. “Whatever it is, I promise it’s okay.”Julia hesitated, her grip on the fabric tightening. Her lower lip quivered as she looked away, a