Lahat ng Kabanata ng Chased By Billionaire After One Night: Kabanata 251 - Kabanata 260

But then, just as her heart began to sink fully into regret, Alexander's lips curved into a sly smile.His eyes sparkled with amusement as he pulled a few bills from his wallet, handing them to the flower seller."Is this enough?" he asked with casual charm.Alexander typically frequented high-end establishments, paying with credit cards and rarely carrying cash.However, today was different. It was as if he had anticipated the situation, for he had purposely stuffed his wallet with a thick stack of bills, ready to fulfill Phoebe's every small wish during their outing.He didn't want to risk being caught empty-handed at a critical moment and losing his poise."That's enough, that's enough! I only need ten dollars." The little girl's eyes widened in astonishment as she stared at the large bills.She waved her hands repeatedly, clearly overwhelmed by the generous amount."Keep the change," Alexander said with a nonchalant wave of his hand.The girl's cheeks flushed with excitement, her

They were watching a romantic movie filled with enough steamy scenes to make anyone blush. Sweet moments intertwined with intense, passionate encounters that bordered on bold, pushing the limits of propriety.Thankfully, most of the audience consisted of couples, either dating or married, so no one seemed surprised by the provocative content.Except for Phoebe. Every time a sensual scene appeared on screen, her immediate reflex was to lower her head, unable to meet the imagery head-on.Although the film wasn't overly explicit, her naturally shy disposition made such moments unbearably awkward.Even a simple kiss had her cheeks heating with embarrassment; now, with far more intimate scenes unfolding, she could barely breathe.Despite her own experiences with physical intimacy in real life, Phoebe's easily flustered nature led her to escape from the on-screen passion—either by sipping her drink in deliberate distraction or pretending to focus on anything else."What's the matter?" Alexa

When Phoebe returned home, she didn't even have time to step into the bathroom for a shower before Alexander impatiently pinned her against the door.His scorching kisses came down like a storm, fierce and relentless, as if he intended to claim her very soul.Lost in the intoxicating web he wove, Phoebe couldn't help but respond. Her lips parted, meeting his fervor with her own.Unlike Alexander's wild and domineering passion, her kiss was soft, like a delicate cloud of cotton candy—gentle, sweet, and tenderly dissolving with a lingering warmth.Though they had shared countless moments of intimacy before, her kiss still carried a touch of innocence. Yet her heart was fully in it.Despite her lack of skill, she kissed him earnestly, tentatively exploring his warmth and savoring every sensation.This wasn't the first time she had kissed him back, but it was, without a doubt, the sweetest. Because in this kiss, she could truly feel his heart—feel the emotions that were uniquely his.Toni

In the blink of an eye, their clothes were discarded, and they stood exposed before each other, vulnerable.Driven by pure desire, Alexander kissed her again and again, his lips trailing down her skin, from her forehead to her neck, and every delicate inch of her, as if marking her, engraving her into his soul.In the heat of the moment, he didn't even wait to take her to the bed. He held her tightly, kissing her furiously, as if trying to drown out the turmoil and confusion inside him."We… haven't showered yet," Phoebe whispered, turning her face away, her arms pushing against his chest, shyly avoiding his gaze.But her eyes were already tinged with a soft blush. Tonight truly felt like a romantic night. She was intoxicated by it. She wished it could stay like this forever."Forget it" he replied, his voice husky, and then he kissed her lips again."No," she protested weakly, trying to stop him."Then we'll shower together,"

When breakfast time came, it was business as usual.As long as they weren't eating out, she was always the one to cook. It had become his request, but even if he never voiced it, she willingly took it on, finding joy in cooking for the man she loved.Even if she had to cook for him her whole life, it would be her happiness.Alexander lounged lazily on the sofa, casually unfolding his newspaper, though every now and then, his gaze would drift over the top, briefly resting on the kitchen.There she was—Phoebe in a pink apron, her long, dark hair tied up high into a playful ponytail, fully immersed in preparing the meal. The intensity with which she focused made it hard for him to look away.Yet, a bitter feeling quietly stirred in Alexander's chest, a sensation that seemed to gently pull at his heart, causing a slight pang of pain.He knew all too well that these peaceful days were nearing their end, and an indescribable unease was slowl