Semua Bab Your Lips to Mine #7: The Billionaire's Blueprint of Love: Bab 41 - Bab 50

When I walked into the office the next morning, I was hyperaware of everything. The way the receptionist greeted me, the sound of my heels clicking against the polished floor, and most of all, the way my heart raced every time I thought about Noah.Last night had been a turning point—there was no denying that. The kiss, the quiet words we’d exchanged afterward, the way he’d looked at me like I was the only person in the world—it had all felt so surreal. But now, as I stepped into the bright, bustling environment of the office, reality came crashing back down.We hadn’t talked about how we were going to handle this—whatever this was. The lines between personal and professional had already blurred so much, and now they felt practically nonexistent.I wasn’t naïve. I knew that if anyone caught wind of what was happening between us, the rumors would spread like wildfire. Noah wasn’t just my boss—he was the head of this entire project, the billionaire whose name carried weight in every cor

The day started off like any other routine meetings, briefings with the team, and a steady stream of emails concerning the resort project. We were making great progress, and there was an undeniable sense of accomplishment in the air. The site was starting to take shape, and I could feel that we were close to something monumental. Everything was falling into place. But as the clock ticked toward mid-morning, everything came to a sudden halt. Noah’s assistant, Emily, burst into my office, her face pale and tight with tension. Her sudden appearance, combined with the look on her face, sent a chill down my spine. “There’s a problem at the construction site,” she said, her voice urgent, almost trembling. I stood up instantly, heart pounding in my chest. “What kind of problem?” “I... I’m not sure. But Noah needed it there immediately. It’s serious.” Without wasting another second, I grabbed my coat, and we hurried out of the office. My mind raced with possibilities—was it a constructi

The day after the sabotage was one of the longest I had ever experienced. The pressure was suffocating, and every decision we made felt like it carried the weight of the project’s future. The damage was extensive, and the timeline had been thrown into disarray. We needed to move fast if we wanted to salvage the resort’s opening, but that wasn’t going to be easy. Noah and I spent hours meeting with the construction team, reviewing plans, reorganizing resources, and placing urgent orders to replace the stolen materials. The site was a mess, and I could see how shaken the crew was. It wasn’t just the physical damage to the structure; it was the psychological toll of knowing someone from inside the team had betrayed them. As we worked, the team seemed to rally around Noah and me. His leadership was unshakable. He kept his cool, constantly reassessing the situation and redirecting the team with calm precision. But underneath it all, I could see the exhaustion building in him. The weight

I didn’t expect it. Honestly, I didn’t even know what to expect when Noah and I walked into the sleek, modern cafe for our afternoon meeting. The quiet buzz of conversation around us was familiar, almost comforting. This was supposed to be just another normal day, another step toward progress for the resort project. But then, I saw her. Isabelle. Her name floated in the back of my mind before it even registered in my brain. I had heard Noah mention her a few times—an old flame, someone from his past who had been important to him. But I didn’t expect her to be standing right in front of me, looking as if she belonged in this world as much as Noah did. She was beautiful—striking, really. Tall, graceful, with that effortless elegance that made everything she did seem effortless. Her smile was warm and inviting, and when she saw Noah, she lit up, crossing the floor to greet him like no time had passed between them. My stomach churned with an emotion I couldn’t quite place. I shou

The days after my conversation with Noah had been a blur of emotions, doubts, and quiet moments of uncertainty. I had wanted to trust him—no, I had wanted to believe him. But the fear of being left behind, of being replaced by someone from his past, still lingered in the corners of my mind. The thought of Isabelle, her warm smile and easy way with Noah, kept coming back to me. I couldn’t shake the feeling that, no matter what Noah said, Isabelle still had a piece of his heart. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust Noah, not entirely. He’d always been there for me—his warmth, his loyalty, his clear affection—but the ghost of Isabelle lingered, haunting my thoughts in a way that made it hard to move forward. I knew I couldn’t keep doubting him, couldn’t let my insecurities take over. But the truth was, I was scared. Scared that Isabelle would take him back. Scared that I wasn’t enough. I could feel the distance between Noah and me growing, even though neither of us had said anything. It was