Semua Bab Your Lips to Mine #2: The Billionaire's Secret Garden: Bab 11 - Bab 20

The decision was coming closer, whether I was ready for it or not. As the days passed, the walls of uncertainty I had built around myself seemed to crumble little by little, revealing something that I wasn’t prepared to confront. Every moment, every glance, every conversation felt like it was leading me toward the inevitable—toward the choice I had been avoiding for far too long. I had spent days mulling over the offer Alexander had extended to me, trying to convince myself that it wasn’t the right time, that I could still handle things on my own. But deep down, I knew that the shop, my family’s legacy, was no longer just a passion. It had become an anchor, weighing me down with every decision I made, every failure I faced, and every small victory I celebrated alone. It wasn’t that I didn’t love what I did—it was that I couldn’t keep doing it alone. And then there was Alexander. He wasn’t just a businessman. He was something else entirely, someone whose quiet persistence had begun

The sleek glass table in the boardroom reflected the dim light, casting an almost surreal glow on the serious faces of the Kane Enterprises board members. The air was thick with tension as the meeting continued, each moment stretching longer than necessary. Alexander Kane, always composed and with an aura of authority that seemed to permeate the room, sat at the head of the table, scanning the reports in front of him. Martin, the senior board member and one of the most vocal voices on the team, was the first to break the silence. He glanced at his watch and then shot Alexander an impatient look. “Mr. Kane, we need to wrap this up,” Martin said, his voice clipped. “The quarterly reports are waiting, the new project in the Southeast Asia market—everything’s at a standstill until we make some decisions today. We can’t afford delays.” The rest of the board nodded, murmuring in agreement. It was clear they were all eager to move on. They didn’t want to waste time on personal matters wh

It was a night like any other—silent, save for the rustling of leaves in the gentle evening breeze. The moon hung high, casting a soft silver light over the earth below. The garden, tucked away in the corner of the town, was still alive with the fragrance of the flowers that had bloomed just as the last traces of daylight faded. Alexander Kane found himself standing just outside the edge of Sophia Miller’s garden, concealed by the shadow of the trees. He had told himself, more than once, that he wasn’t here to watch her. He wasn’t here to spy, to study her every movement as she worked among the flowers. And yet, that’s exactly what he found himself doing. The garden, illuminated by the soft glow of lanterns, was unlike anything he’d ever seen. The rows upon rows of tulips swayed gently in the night breeze, their vibrant colors now muted but still rich with their beauty. It was a place of peace, of serenity, and he couldn’t help but be drawn to it. But it wasn’t just the flowers th

I didn’t hear him approach, but I knew something was wrong when the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I was gently running my fingers along the petals of a tulip I’d been tending to, the soft purple and gold hues glowing faintly under the moonlight, when I felt it—an unusual tension in the air. My breath caught, and before I could turn around to see, I already knew who it was. Alexander Kane. How long had he been standing there? Was he watching me? My heart picked up its pace, a mix of confusion and surprise clouding my thoughts. This wasn’t the first time I had seen him nearby, but this time felt different. It wasn’t just his sudden appearance that unnerved me, it was the stillness in the air—the way the entire garden seemed to hold its breath. I carefully set the tulip back in its bed, not wanting to disturb the delicate flower anymore. I tried to compose myself, standing tall and turning to face him. My heart thudded in my chest, my fingers brushing nervously against th

The evening had been quiet, the kind of quiet that Alexander Kane found unsettling yet comforting. He sat at his desk in his office, the soft hum of the city outside the windows providing the only noise. His mind, however, wasn’t on the ongoing projects or the corporate meetings waiting for him tomorrow. No, it was consumed by thoughts of a garden—Sophia’s garden, to be exact—and the Midnight Flame tulip that had captured his attention in ways he hadn’t anticipated. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers lightly tapping on the polished wood surface. He could still see her, the way her eyes lit up when she spoke of the flower. The passion in her voice was unmistakable, and that passion had made the tulip more than just a rare flower. It had made it a symbol—one that was now deeply etched into his mind. There was something about the way Sophia had described it, the devotion in her tone, that made it more than just a plant. It was a legacy. A symbol of resilience, strength, and hope.