Все главы I Stole The Billionaire's Wallet And His Heart: Глава 21 - Глава 30

Elara's POVThe room is brightly lit when I wake up, my vision slowly coming into focus. As I regain consciousness, I notice two figures in white moving around. An annoying beeping sound steadily creeps into my ears, worsening my headache. I reach up to touch the back of my head and feel a bandage. What happened?Then, the memories come rushing back—someone trying to hit Lorenzo, me pushing him out of the way, and taking the blow myself. But before that, Lorenzo had also been hit. Oh my God! I quickly open my eyes and sit up in bed, but two figures rush toward me. After a few seconds, I make out the doctor in his white coat and Lorenzo in a white shirt, a bandage wrapped around his head."You're awake. You gave us quite a scare, young lady. How are you feeling? Any pain?" the doctor asks, while Lorenzo stands silently behind him.After a few moments, the doctor finishes his examination and says, "Well, you seem all right. You can leave soon. I'll just get everything ready, and by noon

Elara's POVLorenzo returns a few hours later and we head out of the hospital together. He opens the door for me and I climb into the car, ready to head to his place—well, our place for the next few days. I won't be staying there longer than necessary.“How is Jayden?” he asks, eyes glancing at me for a few seconds before turning being fixed on the road.It’s the first time I’ve seen him drive, and he looks incredibly attractive with his strong muscled hands gripping the steering wheel. The two open buttons on his shirt reveal a glimpse of his toned, milky chest. I wonder how it would feel to run my tongue over—“Elara,” he says, startling me out of my thoughts. I jump slightly, cheeks flushing. Lorenzo chuckles from the driver’s seat. “You okay there? You zoned out and were staring at me like I was a steak and you were starving. Don’t go all ‘SpongeBob hungry’ on me, alright?”I swallow hard, my face burning with embarrassment. I bite my lower lip, trying to calm down, but it’s usele

Elara's POVI hide behind the thick bushes, my heart thudding wildly in my chest. Not because I just ran for almost five minutes to get here, but because I am intruding on Lorenzo's privacy.Am I doing a bad thing? Yes.But will I stop? Hell no. Not when I'm this close to getting everything I need to know.I strain my ears, trying to catch more of what he’s saying—at least his voice is loud enough for me to hear.“You know, it's been a long, long time without you—a really, really long time since it ended between us—although I've never let you go,” he says in a soft voice, making my eyes widen. Even in times when Lorenzo has spoken softly to me, his voice has never been this calm and sweet.Who could he be talking to? I look, but I see no one, probably because of where I’m standing. Well, I’ll know soon enough when the person answers.“Sophia, ever since what happened between us, I promised that I would always be there for you, that I would never leave you, that I would never let a year

Lorenzo's POV "Nicola, make sure Elara gets home safely," I command Nicola, my eyes locked on her trembling figure. I fist my hands at my side to prevent myself from just running to her and letting her know that all is well and that she's safe. But I know she's safe, and I plan to use this event to teach her the consequences of poking her nose in people's business. I had been pouring out my heart to my lover—or now ex-lover, Sophia. Not knowing that the girl who currently holds my heart was intruding on what was supposed to be a private moment. "Fuck, Elara! Why do you always do this? You're messing up my mind with your stubbornness," I shout, running my hand through my hair while the other is perched on the steering wheel. When Nicola had called to tell me that Elara was missing, I had felt my heart leap out of my chest. Missing? How? Wasn't she supposed to be resting at home? But Nicola's confession that they had sneaked into the office made me livid. I should have known when

Elara’s POV The bright sunlight filtering through the curtains hits my eyes as I slowly wake up. I groan as my head throbs with a sharp, pounding headache. After a few moments of struggling, I manage to sit up, squinting my eyes as I take in my surroundings. I’m in an unfamiliar room—vast, elegant, with an expensive and comfy feel to it. The walls are decorated in beautiful shades of blue and red, almost like a princess's room. It's luxurious and clearly designed by someone with taste. Suddenly, I hear the light, hurried patter of feet on the floor. The door flies open, and Alicia, the little girl from the orphanage, rushes in with a look of joy and relief on her face. My eyes widen in surprise. What is she doing here? "Huh? Did I... die?" I mutter, half to myself. “Oh my god, am I...? Did the world end? And was I too busy sleeping to notice? What’s going on? I always knew sleeping too much would get me in trouble." Before I can fully process it, Alicia throws her arms around me,