บททั้งหมดของ BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION : บทที่ 361 - บทที่ 370

The walk back to Leo’s office felt electric, charged with the energy of my own boldness. The adrenaline felt a fizzy, humming current in my veins. I opened his office door softly. He was still deep asleep on the sofa, one arm thrown over his eyes, his breathing slow and even. I didn’t want to wake him. I sat in the chair opposite, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest, and waited. My fingers traced the cool leather of the armrest, considering. I had recorded it all on my phone. Should I play it for him now, or wait until we were back at the hotel? Definitely later. I couldn’t ruin his day with this. He stirred eventually, his movements slow with lingering fatigue. His arm slid away from his face, and his eyes blinked open, hazy, then immediately seeking. When they found me, a sleepy, unfiltered warmth softened his features. “Hey… Love.” He smiled. I stood up and went to hug him. He was surprised by that, but he held me tightly, planting a

The next day, I stood in front of Olive’s door, my palms damp, my chest tight. Across the street, Leo waited in the car, the engine off, his gaze fixed on the house like he was bracing for impact. If things went wrong, one signal from me and he’d be there. Just knowing that steadied me a little. I exhaled slowly and pressed the doorbell again. “Hold it!” Emma’s voice floated from inside. My heart skipped. The door opened, and for a split second, we just stared at each other. Then Emma’s face broke into the brightest smile, the kind that reaches the eyes and softens everything. “Charlotte!” She pulled me into a hug before I could even react. It was warm, familiar, and it undid me instantly. “I missed you guys so much,” I sobbed, the words tumbling out with the tears I hadn’t planned on shedding. Emma held me tighter. “I missed you too. I’m really sorry I didn’t call to hear your side. Olive told me about Mystery and made me promise not to reach out—to you or anyone connected

“So,” Angela said slowly, “tell us everything. How did you two even meet?” Emma nodded eagerly. “Yes. From the beginning. No skipping.” I smiled despite myself. “You’re interrogating me now?” “Absolutely,” Emma said. “We are your friends, we deserve details.” “I am sure I told you about him already, Emma.” Emma pouted. “Nope, I can’t remember.” I sighed. “Alright, we were seatmates on the plane and I ended up on his bed in his private island.” “On his bed?! Private Island?! Wait a minute, you skipped the details!” Angela snapped. “When I ended up on his bed, it was just him being kind and nothing happened between us. Before that, somehow I got him stuck with me so he had to take responsibility. I ended up drunk and he took me to his place. He took care of me without taking advantage of me.” “Wow,” Angela replied. “Yeah, at that time I was so depressed, I thought I was too ugly to be taken advantage of.” “Wait, you basically asking to be raped to feel beautiful a

Emma leaned closer, lowering her voice. “Well… does he know you’re wearing it now?” “Yes,” I said. “He knows. He asked me to wear it because I didn’t want to draw attention to my finger, but he insisted and said, ‘Show it off.’” I laughed. “He can be stubborn like that.” “I still can’t believe this is a real diamond,” Angela said, still holding my hand like it was her third hand. “Trust me, that sparkle doesn’t lie. It's real and a rare one. Charlotte won the jackpot,” Emma replied. “I think I have a diamond tester in my room,” Angela said. Emma rolled her eyes. “You are so doubtful. I know a real diamond when I see one.” Angela still insisted and rushed into her room, coming back with the instrument. When she placed it on my ring, they both screamed in excitement. “I told ya!” Emma shouted. Before they could tease me further, the sound of keys jingling came from outside, followed by the door opening. We all looked up. “I think Olive’s back,” Emma whispered. My h

Charlotte’s POVThe road stretched ahead of us, bathed in late–afternoon light, the hum of the car oddly soothing after everything I’d been feeling inside.Leo’s hand rested on my thigh as he drove, his thumb tracing slow circles.I don't know why, but I had this feeling that he wasn't relaxed.I could feel it.I hardly see him anxious, so maybe this is one of his ways of calming his anxiety.“Babe?”He didn't look or even act like I just called him.“Babe?”He was driving and yet this absent-minded?The fact that this never happened made me very nervous.I held his hand that was on my thigh and squeezed it; only then did he notice.He looked at me and gave me a smile that did nothing to calm my nerves.“You are worried about something, ain't you?” I asked softly.“Worried? No… not really.” He chuckled.But I didn't buy it. I folded my hands with a pout.“You always say we will talk it through, communicate. And now you are obviously hiding your worries from me. Am I not useful to you?