บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Deal : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Elizabeth's point of view: Richard’s face curved into a menacing smile, and that glint of mischief appeared in his eyes.I knew that look, I smacked his thigh again, harder this time. “Don’t you dare" I warned through clenched teeth. He let out a low chuckle but stood to his feet, smoothing out his suit like I hadn’t just hit him under the table.“Ah, I appreciate the offer,” Richard said, turning to face Victor and his crew. “But I’m afraid I’m here on a date." “O! Of course, of course!' Victor laughed, obnoxious, like Richard just told him a dirty joke"I understand!" Victor winked, "maybe—just one picture? I’d like to tell the world I met the Richard Anthony in person.” Victor said, moving towards Richard. “o! But we’ve met before,” Richard replied so casually, throwing me a wink so fast.Victor blinked. “Really, sir?”Richard nodded calmly “Yeah. I’ve been to your club.”Victor’s face lit up like a Chandelier. “Wow! That's amazing, I hope my girls were able to meet your ne

Elizabeth's point of view; “I’m sorry… I just couldn’t let him talk to you like that,” Richard tried to explain, his voice low. But I simply raised my hand to stop him. He moved closer, but I took a few steps back. “C’mon…” Richard was about to say something when the two women from earlier rushed over. “Mr. Anthony! Is everything okay? Are you okay?” they asked, like he wasn’t the one who had just thrown a full-grown man into a table. Richard nodded, brushing them off before turning to the older woman. “Celine, can you please take care of this?” he said calmly. While he spoke, I gently slipped out, making my way straight to the exit. As soon as I was out of the suffocating restaurant, I flagged down a cab and asked it to take me to the office. Back at the office, I went straight to Sabrina. “Ma’am,” I began, trying to keep my voice steady. Somehow, just thinking about what Richard did made my hands shake again. “Can I take the rest of the day off? I’m not feeling too good.”

Elizabeth’s Point of View:I wiped my eyes again, just to be sure I wasn’t dreaming.“You’re awake,” Jessica said, getting to her feet and walking toward me. “Guess what Mr. Anthony bought me!” she beamed, holding an iPad and Xbox up to my eye level.I blinked at them for a second before shooting my gaze back to Richard.“What are you doing here?” I snapped. My heart tightened—and fluttered—all at once.His smile faintly, His eyes dipping to the ground. He looked unsure, like he wasn’t certain he should’ve come.“I came to check on you,” Richard said, his voice low and careful. “Sabrina mentioned you weren’t feeling too well.”I nodded lightly, glancing at Jessica, silently praying she didn’t snitch.“Also,” he continued, “to apologize—for earlier. I shouldn’t have put you in such an uncomfortable position.”He paused before finishing, softer this time, “I know you don’t like attention... and with what the blogs are saying,I’m really sorry.”My lips curved into a smile before I could

Elizabeth's point of view: Richard kissed me back—hungrily, like he’d been holding himself back for far too long and my kiss was the only permission he’d been waiting for.His hands gripped my waist, firm. Pulling me closer until there was barely space between us and all that was left was for us to become one. Then, as if he couldn’t help himself, he deepened the kiss, lifting me slightly.His lips moved against mine with an urgency that made my heart stumble—like he’d been starved of me and now, finally, he was allowed to taste.I was starving too.I had forgotten how good he tasted… how firm his lips felt against mine… how possessive his touch was—and how much I wanted to be owned by it.I wrapped my arms around his neck, fingers threading through his hair. One hand gently caressed the back of his head, the other clung to him for support.We didn’t stop—not even to breathe.And I liked it.I liked how he took my breath away.The kiss grew deeper, rougher. We took shallow breaths b

Elizabeth's point of viewAs soon as we got to the car, I helped Jessica into the backseat as gently as I could. She winced, her hand clutching her ribs, her nose still bleeding slightly. My hands trembled, but I wiped her face softly, whispering, "You're going to be okay, I promise."Then I turned to Richard—he was already in the driver’s seat, one hand gripping the wheel, the other pressed against the side of his shirt, trying to stifle the bleeding.“Are you sure you’re okay, are you sure you can drive?” I asked, finally getting into the front passenger seat. My voice cracked with worry.“I’m fine,” Richard groaned, igniting the car, his jaw clenched tight like he was trying to convince himself too. I didn’t believe him—not for a second. The way he kept shifting in the seat, the way his breaths came out heavier and shallower, told me everything I needed to know.And yet… he kept driving.I sat at the edge of my seat, my eyes darting between Jessica who seemed to be drifting into un