Semua Bab The Twin's Secret: A Billionaire's Tempting Proposal: Bab 181 - Bab 190

Xavier's POV I woke up to the sound of the river, its steady hum filling the cottage as morning light filtered through the window. I’d been sleeping in the chair by Daisy’s bed again, my back stiff but my heart lighter than it had been in days. She’d opened her eyes yesterday, and though she hadn’t moved or spoken, it was a start. I sat up, rubbing my neck, and looked at her. Her eyes were still open, staring at the ceiling, but something felt different. Her fingers twitched, just slightly, and my breath caught.“Daisy?” I said, leaning forward, my voice soft but urgent. “Can you hear me?”Her head turned, slow and shaky, and her eyes met mine. They were cloudy, unfocused, but she was looking at me. My heart raced, and I grabbed her hand, her skin warm for the first time in days. “You’re awake,” I said, a grin spreading across my face. “You’re really awake.”She blinked, her lips parting, but no sound came. I stood, careful not to startle her, and checked the IV line. It was still dr

Xavier's POV She stared at me, the shock lingering, but she nodded slowly, her trust in me solid. I helped her back to the bed, letting her rest, and sat beside her, my mind on the days ahead. She was active, speaking, eating, and that made today feel like a victory. The gala was three days away, but that world felt far from here. This was our place, our start, and I'd make sure she got stronger, ready for what came next.I spent the afternoon with her, helping her move around the room, her steps more confident. She asked simple questions, like where we were, and I told her about the cottage, about the river. She didn't remember anything from before the accident, and I was glad. No ties to pull her back. When she was tired, I helped her lie down, tucking the blanket around her. "Rest now," I said. "You've done a lot today."She nodded, her eyes closing, and I sat in the chair, watching her sleep. The cameras were still running, their feed on my phone, but I didn't need them now. I wa

Xavier's POV I drove home, the roads empty, and checked the camera feed every few minutes. Daisy was still, her new face peaceful under the bandages. When I got home, the house was quiet—Christine wasn’t there, probably out running errands. I felt relieved, not ready for another fight, and lay on the couch, exhaustion hitting me. I checked the camera one last time and fell asleep, the feed still open on my phone.I woke in the late afternoon, the house still empty, and drove back to the cottage, eager to see Daisy. Lucas let me in, saying she hadn’t stirred, and left after I thanked him. I went to the bedroom, and Daisy was still sleeping, the bandages off now, her new face clear in the dim light. Her skin was smooth, her features soft and perfect, like she’d been remade. I sat beside her, watching her breathe, my heart full. She was everything I’d hoped for, a new Daisy, free from her past.She stirred, her eyes fluttering open, and looked at me, her gaze clear. “Xavier?” she said,

Xavier's POV The cottage was calm as evening settled in, the river’s steady hum filling the air outside. Daisy and I had spent the day together, working out, jogging by the beach, cooking, and laughing like a couple in love. Her new face glowed with health, her movements strong and confident, and every kiss we shared felt like a promise of something lasting. But as the light faded, I knew I had to go back to the city, to Christine, to keep her from asking too many questions. The gala was two days away, and I needed to balance my life there with my life here, with Daisy.I sat on the couch beside Daisy, her head resting on my shoulder, her warmth comforting. She was smiling, still energized from our day, but I felt a knot in my stomach knowing I had to leave. I took her hand, squeezing it gently. “Daisy,” I said, keeping my voice calm, “I have to go back to the city tonight. I’ll be back by morning.”Her smile faded, and she sat up, her eyes searching mine. “You’re leaving?” she said,

Daphne's POV The morning of the gala felt electric, like every nerve in my body was buzzing with anticipation. Willowbrook Manor was a flurry of activity, with everyone getting ready for the biggest night of the year. I stood in my room, smoothing the fabric of my dress—a deep emerald gown that hugged my waist and flowed to the floor, elegant but not flashy.Oliver had picked it out with me, saying it matched my eyes, and I wanted to make him proud tonight. The ballet event was my moment to shine as prima ballerina, but the weight of Daisy’s absence hung over me, making every smile feel forced.I checked my reflection in the mirror, adjusting my earrings, simple gold drops that caught the light. Downstairs, I could hear Brittany talking to the twins, their voices bright and excited. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, Daisy’s parents, were here too, their presence a reminder of the mystery we hadn’t solved. They’d come from Scotland for the gala, hoping to support me but also desperate for any ne