All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

I slowly—so slowly—lifted my gaze to his, with my cheeks burning. Leo was staring at me, eyes wide, waiting for an answer. A deep, fascinating shade of pink crept from his neck up to his ears, making him look like a flustered, ridiculously handsome tomato. I blinked. My lips parted. My brain scrambled for a justifiable answer. “I—uh—” My voice came out like a squeaky door hinge. “I didn’t mean it like that.” Leo tilted his head, eyes narrowing just a fraction, a slow grin spreading across his face like he’d just solved a puzzle. “Oh? Because that’s exactly what it sounded like.” “Leo!” I buried my face in my hands. “Oh my God. I meant you can… like… spend time with me all night. Not that kind of… you know…” I waved my hands around in helpless circles. “That.” He laughed then—loud, deep, and so rich it vibrated through my ribs. “Babe, you’re adorable when you panic. You should see your face right now.” That’s enough! I am a full-grown adult, not a teenager. He needs t

LEO’S POV I couldn’t stop smiling the moment I stepped out of the house. I could still taste her on my lips — soft, warm, unreal. God, she said yes. I can’t believe it. I wiped my face and looked at my hands, then back at the door. My eyes moved up to the window — I caught a figure there, then the curtain was drawn instantly. Was she watching me? I smirked at the thought of her hiding shyly behind the curtain. She’s so adorable. I want to go back and kiss her so badly. But I have to control myself. I took a dramatic deep breath in and out. My chest honestly felt too small for the happiness bubbling inside me. I didn’t even care that I probably looked like an idiot grinning at nothing as I walked toward my car. I got inside, humming under my breath, still smiling like a fool. I winked at the rearview mirror and smiled at the tie she’d knotted for me with such care. Can’t wait for whatever the company is going through to be over, so I can come home — welcomed by

I was about to tell her I didn’t even know how to explain where I was when I heard another voice in the background. “Can I talk to her?” My chest tightened immediately. That voice. Emma. I frowned and sat up slowly, my hand trembling as I held the phone closer to my ear. “Emma asked to speak with you,” Olive said quietly. I hesitated, my throat tightening. “I don’t want to,” I murmured. “I get it,” Olive replied quickly. “You don’t owe her anything. I’ll tell her you don’t—” But before she could finish, Emma’s voice came through,she sounded desperate. “Charlotte, please. I’m sorry. I really am sorry.” I froze. “Emma, you’re only going to make it worse,” Olive snapped in the background. I pressed my lips together hard, staring at the wall as my eyes welled up. “Hello? Charlotte, are you still there?” Olive’s voice softened again. I couldn’t speak. My throat was thick with emotion, my voice buried under it. I opened my mouth but nothing came out.

“I love you.”The words came like he read my mind and decided to give me assurance.Why does he randomly confess his love?“I love you, Charlotte. So much.”“It’s baby now…”He paused, then laughed louder than I’d ever heard.“I’m so sorry—I apologize, Your Highness. Baby, I love you.”I tried so hard not to grin.“More like it,” I replied with sass.He cracked up again.I couldn’t help it this time—I joined him, laughing at whatever made him so happy.“I love when you get flustered,” he said in between chuckles.“Stop,” I snapped, though I was smiling.“I wish I was back home already.”I frowned at that statement.“You have to be serious with your job. One day you’ll get tired of me.”“That’s impossible.”He let out a quiet laugh.I hope so.“You think?”“I know so,” he replied.I smiled sadly.“Thanks… even if you did get tired of me, I would understand.”“I hate the sound of that.”I chuckled.“Sorry. I’m annoying.”“And that too.”I went silent.He sighed.“You’re the best girl. P

I shut the door and sat on the edge of the bed. “Don’t overthink it,” I whispered to myself. “You have to trust Leo.” Still, my chest felt tight. Why didn’t he tell her about me? Maybe he did, but just didn’t describe what I look like. I shouldn’t see her as competition. I’m the best girl. Leo said so. I closed my eyes. I am the best girl. I opened them again, reached for my phone, and typed a quick message to Olive, forwarding the address. Then I tossed the phone aside, lay back on the bed, and shut my eyes. I woke up to the faint sound of the door creaking open. For a second, I thought I was dreaming — until the soft shuffle of footsteps reached my ears. My eyes fluttered open. Leo stood by the door. He looked… pale. Tired. Something in my chest dropped. I wondered what happened at the company. God, please… “Baby?” I pushed myself up slowly, my voice raspy with sleep. “You look sad… what’s wrong?” He didn’t answer at first. He just stared at the floor, like he was