บททั้งหมดของ THE BILLIONAIRE AND HIS MAID : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Waving good bye to Mia, I held the chocolate cake I bought for Ava before deciding to take a little stroll to clear my head.After walking for about 10minutes, I felt like I was being followed again but when I turned back, there was no one around. It was already almost 7pm, we didn't spend much time in the cafe.Brushing the feeling, I walked to Ava's kindergarten to pick her up. The cafe was a lot closer to the kindergarten than I thought.After picking her up, we went home. Seeing the cake, Ava was excited and didn't want to eat her dinner but I had to force her.Staring at her sleeping face, I smiled softly, brushing my fingers across her soft cheeks. She was a little bit tired after playing the whole day, making her sleep earlier than normal.Done with taking a shower, I sat down in front of my mirror, drying my hair and thinking about how tomorrow would be.After the kiss with Mr Damon, I felt like things had gotten even more awkward between us, I couldn't even look him in the ey

I watched his face closely, searching for any sign of discomfort, but he simply shifted slightly, his expression relaxing. Letting out a small sigh of relief, I adjusted the towel on his forehead and sat down beside the bed. The room was quiet except for the sound of his breathing...steady, but weak. His fever was still high, and I couldn't help but worry. What if it got worse? What if he didn't wake up anytime soon? I bit my lip and reached for his hand, hesitating for a moment before wrapping my fingers around his. His skin was warm...too warm. "Mr Damon," I whispered again, this time a little louder. His fingers twitched slightly, and after a long pause, his lips parted. "Water..." His voice was barely audible, raspy and weak. Snapping into action, I quickly poured a glass from the jug on his nightstand and lifted his head gently, bringing the rim to his lips. He took a few slow sips before turning his head away, a faint sigh escaping him. I placed the glass back and

RYAN'S POVEnding the call, I sighed. Files scattered on my desk in front of me. I couldn't do any work cause my mind has been on Layla since the first day I met her....on my bed, looking disheveled.Seeing her on my bed that day, I couldn't take my eyes off her, as she shuffled around for her glasses....I had to force myself to keep my composure.She looked so out of place yet oddly comfortable, like she belonged there but didn’t know it yet. Her messy hair, the way she blinked up at me in confusion...it was the first time in a long while that someone had caught me off guard. And damn, did she catch me.I ran a hand through my hair, trying to shake the memory, but it was useless. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. Heard her voice.And now, no matter how much work piled up in front of me, none of it mattered. Because my mind was stuck on Layla.Even after finding out about what I did to her in the past, I still couldn't bring myself to stop thinking about her. To stop wanting her

LAYLA'S POV Staring at him warily, I took another step back, ready to run out. Mr Damon seems different, he changed ever since the day he had a fever. Before, he was always cold and distant, barely sparing me a glance unless it was necessary. But now…now he was looking at me like he saw me. Like he wanted something. And that scared me. I cleared my throat, gripping the hem of my top. "I should go" I muttered, forcing my voice to stay steady. His smirk didn’t fade, If anything, it deepened. "Running away again, Layla?" he asked, his voice smooth and teasing. "I'm not running," I defended, though even I wasn’t convinced. He took a slow step forward, erasing the space I had just created. My breath caught in my throat as I stared up at him. "You always do" he murmured "Every time I get close, you pull away." I frowned, my heart pounding. "That's because you shouldn’t be getting close" I shot back. His eyes darkened slightly, and for a brief second, I thought I saw some

"I know you're engaged to Miss Olivia" I said again, making sure my voice was loud and firm. Ryan let out a slow, measured breath, his eyes never leaving mine. A flicker of frustration crossed his face, but there was something else there too...something deeper, something I couldn’t quite read. "So that’s what this is about" he muttered, raking a hand through his hair. His expression was unreadable now, his usual mask slipping back into place. "You think that changes anything?" I blinked, taken aback by how casually he dismissed it. "Of course it does!" I snapped. "You’re engaged, Mr Damon. To someone else. You can’t just..." I gestured between us, feeling my face heat. "This...whatever this is...shouldn’t even be happening!" Ryan sighed, shaking his head. "You don’t understand." "Then make me understand," I challenged, crossing my arms over my chest. "It's just business, it doesn't matter and you shouldn't think about it" he said, his expression unreadable. "I don't care, I'm j