All Chapters of The Billionaire's Virgin Surrogate : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

OLIVIA
As the car pulled into the parking lot of Blackwood Hotel, I took in the sight before me, excitement bubbling lightly inside. The building stood tall, decorated beautifully, its windows glowing warmly. 
The engine quieted, and before I could move, Christian stepped out and opened my door. He held out his hand, his expression calm. “Here,” he said softly.
Even though I had promised myself not to let my guard down, I found myself smiling. He had made an effort tonight—the dress, the sweet note. And while my heart still twisted at the thought of his so-called favorite ex, I had agreed to come with him. If not for Christian, then at least for Ophelia. She’d worked too hard on this event, and she would have been disappointed if I hadn’t shown up.
Placing my hand in his, I lifted my dress slightly and stepped out. We walked toward the entrance, my gaze drifting over the decorations. If the exterior looked this enchanting, the interior had to be even more spectacular.
At the doo

OLIVIA 
I turned to Christian, meeting his gaze after Ophelia’s announcement. 
“I’ll see you after the exhibit,” he said. “We have a lot to talk about.” 
My heart skipped. I nodded, slowly letting my hand slip from his shoulder. I should have walked away, but curiosity held me in place. “What do we need to talk about?” I asked, hoping it was about the truth and not something that would break my heart. 
“Everything,” he said, standing a little taller. “I think I know why you’re unhappy, why you feel alone. And I want to talk about it. I want to make sure you never feel that way again. I want to do better to understand how you feel at this time.” 
For a moment, I wanted to forget the exhibit entirely, to stay and hear every word. My heart pounded, but I forced myself to nod, smoothing a hand over my dress. 
“I’ll see you soon,” I murmured before turning and following the other women to the game room. 
I tried to blend in with the sophisticated women in the game room, holding my he

OLIVIA 
“You need to see my grandfather before you leave.” Christian said. “He’ll be disappointed if you leave without a word.” 
Numb, I nodded, following closely behind him as we returned to the hall. 
Staring at his back, my irritation rose. 
The nerve he had, putting his hand on my body after dancing so intimately with Lydia only minutes ago. The anger simmered inside me, but I kept it in check. 
As we walked to Mr. Blackwood, his gaze immediately fell on me, his eyes sparkling with warmth. 
“Olivia,” he said, his voice soft and affectionate. “I hope you enjoyed the ball.” 
“It was very remarkable, Mr. Blackwood,” I replied, forcing a smile. “I was glad to be part of such a phenomenal event.” 
He smiled back. “I’m very happy you honored the invitation,” he said before his eyes flicked to Christian, who stood silently behind me, and then back to me. “Are you leaving already?” 
I pressed my lips together, nodding slightly. “Yes, sir. I have a slight tummy ache, so I can’t

OLIVIA
I stepped out of the lecture hall, pulling my hoodie tighter around my stomach as I glanced around. 
No one was paying me any attention, but ever since I found out I was pregnant, I couldn’t shake the feeling that people could tell. Even though my body hadn’t changed much yet, I still felt exposed.
Taking a deep breath, I headed toward Mr. Sylas’ office. I should’ve met him sooner about the 30% he gave me on my project—the one I’d poured hours into, only for him to accuse me of using AI. 
But with everything going on, I didn’t have the time or the energy. 
Now, I wasn’t in a hurry to go home. 
If I did, I’d start thinking about Christian. About everything. And right now, I just needed a distraction. 
So, today was as good a time as any.
I knocked softly on his door, and his voice came almost immediately. “Come in!”
Pushing the door open, I stepped inside. The moment he saw me, his face lit up with a wide smile.
“Olivia Carter,” he said, setting down the paper he was r

OLIVIA
“So,” Liam leaned further into the table, his eyes bright, “I can tell you hate parties, but there’s this…” He paused, twisting his lips, “This dinner.”
I raised a brow in response, curiosity piqued despite myself. He smiled in return, clearly pleased with my reaction.
“My father’s birthday is tomorrow,” he continued, “And he loves to throw these big, elaborate parties. I was wondering if you’d like to attend.”
I chuckled softly, momentarily at a loss for words. This was unexpected, and besides, we’d only just started talking. Showing up at his father’s birthday party felt strange, didn’t it?
“I don’t know,” I muttered, shrugging. “I just don’t think—”
“Before you say no,” he quickly interrupted, leaning in slightly. “I think you should know that a lot of people from our school will be there, so…” He lifted one shoulder casually, his smile a little more hopeful.
Was that supposed to convince me? The idea that people from school would be there didn’t exactly make it more