Semua Bab Bound to the Billionaire’s Baby: Bab 11

Manhattan mornings had a way of lying. The skyline glinted with promise, but beneath it, Amara felt like she was treading water in a dress too heavy to swim in. She sat in a sun-drenched corner of her favorite café, a half-eaten croissant on her plate and her laptop open to a blank document.Across from her, Tessa arched a brow. “Are you actually going to Tuscany, or are we still pretending it’s not happening?”Amara let out a breath. “I haven’t made up my mind. It’s just… everything. The baby, the noise, Liam.”“Liam’s the noise,” Tessa said, stirring her cappuccino. “Tuscany is peace. Take the peace. You deserve it.”Amara stared at her untouched coffee. Her fingers tapped restlessly on the ceramic cup. She hadn’t told Tessa about the gala balcony moment—not fully. Not the way Liam had looked at her. Like she was both a stranger and a memory that still hurt.Her phone buzzed. No calls. Still no Liam.But then—New Email: Su