บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Deal : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Elizabeth's point of view:Five days later:“Hm,” Richard breathed into my ear as I struggled to pull up the zipper he kept dragging down.“Can you please stop?” I said, swatting his hand. “We’re late.”He didn’t budge. Instead, he zipped the dress back down and slipped his hands inside, wrapping his arms around my bare stomach.“Are you sure we can’t just ignore the meeting and stay here?” he whispered, placing slow kisses along my neck.I rolled my eyes, trying not to melt again. “No... stop it,” I said, wriggling out of his grip.He reached for me again, fingers brushing my waist, but I ducked away and finally got the zipper up before he could change my mind again.“You have a meeting at nine, Richard. It’s already 8:45. We’re leaving now.”“You’re too strict,” he muttered, flopping back on the bed dramatically.I stared at him through the mirror, adjusting my hair, trying not to smile.Ever since we started sleeping together, Richard had become... insatiable. Every time we were al

Elizabeth’s Point of View:“Richard!” I gasped. “Do you have any idea where—”Before I could finish, his lips crashed onto mine, hungry, urgent. His hand tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. I didn’t resist. I kissed him back just as fiercely.In the middle of it all, I felt his fingers trail down my back, tugging at my zipper. My heart pounded. He lifted me, pushing my dress up as I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. It was thrilling—wild and reckless. My pulse quickened at the thought that someone might walk in… that someone might hear us. But we didn’t stop.He held me up with one hand, the other fumbling with his belt. A second later, he slid inside me without effort. I was already soaked.I gasped, his name on my lips, just as he unclasped my bra, breaking the kiss and replacing it with his mouth on my chest.“Uh…” I moaned, biting my bottom lip, my legs tightening with every deep, slow stroke.My moans grew louder, filling the room.“Shh,” he whispered, his p

Elizabeth's point of view:“What?!” I gasped, but Richard didn’t say a word.“What do you mean? What are the doctors saying?” I panicked, but he still said nothing. He just turned to the window, staring out like he wasn’t really there.The rest of the ride was quiet.Too quiet.Richard looked completely disturbed, lost in thought. I kept glancing at him, hoping he’d say something—anything—but he didn’t. The driver took us straight home and the moment we stepped out of the car, Richard walked straight up to his floor, without even looking back.“Are you okay?” I asked once we were inside. He’d been silent all through, not a single word.“Do you need a hug?” I added softly.He turned to me, his expression completely hopeless, and I didn’t need him to answer. I walked straight to him and wrapped my arms around him. At first, he was stiff—awkward, almost—but then he hugged me back, tighter at first, like someone holding on for dear life, and then slowly... he relaxed. It was like the weig

Elizabeth's Point of View:A week later.“Are you sure about this?” Maxwell asked as we stood right outside the hospital Richard’s father had been admitted to. It had been weeks—no texts, no calls. Nobody knew where Richard was or how to reach him. And it was killing me.It took Richard disappearing for me to realize just how much I loved him. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t think straight. And at this point, all I wanted—desperately—was to know that he was okay.“I am,” I nodded.Thanks to Sabrina, Maxwell and I had gotten in touch. He was Richard’s best friend, and even he hadn’t heard from him in weeks—until recently, when he found out that Richard came into the hospital every day at exactly 2 p.m. to check on his father… and then disappeared again.“You understand you’ll have to go into Mr. William’s room—and actually stay there until Richard shows up,” Maxwell reminded me for what felt like the hundredth time. There was apparently a private door Richard always used—one only he knew

Elizabeth's point of view;My face curved into a wide smile. I couldn’t believe it—I got paid to organize my own proposal.Richard eyes fixed on mine like I was the only thing that mattered.I froze. My breath caught in my throat. As I got closer to him, he took my hand gently, and then he began to speak.“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Elizabeth.”His voice shook a little, he sounded nervous. “When you came into my life, I was a mess... a broken man. I’d stopped believing in a lot of things. I never thought I could love again—honestly, I didn’t think I had anything left to give. But then you showed up.”He paused, a faint smile touching his lips as he gently rubbed his thumb against my hand.“You didn’t just teach me how to love again... you taught me how to love better. Freely. Fearlessly. You are love to me.”My eyes welled up, but he wasn’t done.“You’re my best friend. My peace. My good luck charm. Every part of my life got better with you in it, and now I can’