All Chapters of Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Three weeks passed in a blur. Bottles, baby napkins and work deadlines. Gill had settled into the house by this time. The adoption papers were signed and closed. How lucky she was to have a busy billionaire as her legal guardian.But she was completely unapologetic. She was four months old now and somehow louder than any demolition site Cillian ever worked on. His spare bedroom had become hers and his room was now right next to hers. A baby’s crib, a rocking chair, two stuffed bears and a laundry basket that was always full, Cillian walked in and out every two hours like a time keeper, still Gill wasn’t satisfied. The brothers had worked out a schedule. Or at least, they claimed they did. The schedule was supposed to regulate their turns for taking care of the new member of the household, yet, they fell into deeper chaos every morning.Kent took mornings because he was a light sleeper. Syl handled the evenings because he claimed Gill responded to him most at night, even though she

Benita woke to the kind of silence that made her heart skip. For a moment she didn’t move. She lay there with her cheek pressed into something that wasn’t her pillow, her mouth felt dry at the first taste of it. Then the headache set in, pounding like someone had slammed a door inside her skull. She looked around briefly, then it hit her. Cedar.the faint smell of him.Benita flung her eyes open to a ceiling that confirmed her suspicion. She blinked a few times, slow, waiting for the room to make sense.It didn’t.She pushed herself up on her elbows. The blanket around her waist slid off. Someone had taken off her shoes. Her dress was wrinkled under an oversized hoodie that didn’t belong to her. She didn’t remember coming here. She didn’t remember lying here. Next to him.Cillian.Memory flashed in a straight line, striking the very balance of reality off her. The door, the shouting, God, she yelled at him. The baby. “The baby!” The words slipped out of panic. “What were you thin

“Did he spare tonight to unleash all his inner thoughts?” Benita muttered under her breath.Clutching her wrinkled silk dress like a lifeline, she looked up to speak and noticed everyone was in the room. Cillian ever so close, with gray eyes piercing through her, Kent and Syl stood across the room, waiting for my response. The one thing that would put an end to all these tension between us. Cillian’s words were honest. All these while, she spent wondering what in his mind and today, he presented everything in a platter.All broken, all whole. Prideful, pathetic. This was Cillian St.James, the one she had fallen in love with. From the beginning, he was always so. Blurring the lines between two worlds so perfectly. When she had first met him, he was a mystery, yet he was willingly open to her. “At some point, one of you gotta say something.” Syl’s usually indifferent voice broke through the tension, breaking the unwilling eye contact between Benita and Cillian. “I’m sorry,” Cilli

The south wing of the St. James mansion had been a ghost-ship of a space, reserved away for a small space for drinking away from the house. As Cillian supervised the area for a new structure, his heart ached because his best memory of this outside patio was the first time they shared a drink. Then they danced in the rain and she smiled at him.Now, it smelled faintly of fresh paint and unboxed furniture. The type that would erase this memory of Benita he wanted to keep. “Is there really no way we can put the nursery behind? It’s just…” Kent had asked.The architect shook his head, it won’t make this place too crowded for the baby. It had to be on simple building with lots of light and trees. Everything in the nursery was carefully selected by the best hands. A sturdy, dark wood crib, placed by the window.Next to it, a rocking chair. A small sanctuary one may call it because to rock a baby to sleep was an act as intimate as kissing. Two souls effortlessly bonding as one.Kent lo

Today, the new nursery smelled of cedar and the sweet, milky scent of a baby. Bathed in the soft, constant light of the frosted glass roof, Cillian held Gill up and smiled to himself, lost in the quiet moment.Meanwhile, Kent was doing his usual check-ins, while partially searching out for Noah.He found just as he stepped into the house. Her hands were shaking slightly as she rearranged a stack of freshly laundered swaddling blankets, her movements jerky and stiff."Everything alright, Noah?" Kent asked with a soft frown.He usually let his expressive nature show, but around the girls he was interested in, he always slowed down.Noah raised her gaze. The bright energy he usually loved was a nervous flicker, and the glint in her eyes told Kent everything he needed to know. He closed the distance between them. His gaze moved from her anxious face to her hands, and then he finally noticed the phone she clutched—it wasn’t hers.“it’s not Cillian’s, is it?”“It is,” Noah cried, “and I th