All Chapters of The Billionaire's One-Night Baby: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Celeste I didn’t leave. Not after seeing the way he coughed in his sleep, how his body burned with fever, how disoriented he was when he mumbled my name like it was the only thing he could hold onto. He needed someone. And I couldn’t turn my back on him. Not when I knew he’d never ask for help, not even when he clearly needed it. So I stayed. After settling him back into bed and making sure his fever meds were taken, I moved around the penthouse with soft, deliberate steps. It felt strange, being in this place again—where everything had started six years ago. But I didn’t let myself get lost in the memory. I made quick work of tidying up the living room and kitchen, wiped down the counters, and found a clean towel to wet with cold water for his forehead. After checking on him—still asleep, his breathing steadier—I slipped my phone out of my bag. I opened the company app and typed: Celeste Shawn: Good afternoon. I’d like to request to work remotely today. I’ll stay on top of

CelesteI walked back into the kitchen, trying to keep my heart from racing. The smell of garlic, eggs, and something a little burnt hung in the air, and the sight that greeted me almost made me forget how to breathe.Sebastian was still at the stove—now fully clothed, thank God—spooning rice and eggs onto two plates like he hadn’t just spent the last two days fighting a fever and scaring me half to death. He looked better. Still pale, still moving a bit slower than usual, but steady on his feet. Focused.He glanced over his shoulder. “Perfect timing. Food’s ready.”“Thanks,” I said softly, sliding onto the stool at the counter. I tucked my hair behind my ear, pretending to read the steam rising from the plate instead of watching him move with practiced ease.We ate quietly for a few moments. The clinking of silverware against ceramic filled the silence. Strangely enough, it wasn’t awkward. Just… quiet. Like we both needed a minute to adjust to this version of reality where I was in h

CelesteHe ran a hand through his hair, gaze dropping to the untouched cup between his palms. “Do you ever feel like there’s something missing?” he asked quietly, voice almost lost in the hum of the kitchen light.I blinked, unsure if he meant it as a rhetorical question. “Missing?”Sebastian nodded slowly. “Like… you’re walking through life fine, functioning, doing everything you’re supposed to. But there’s a gap somewhere. Like a part of your story just—got erased.”There was a roughness to his voice that hadn’t been there before.I didn’t answer. I waited.“I got into an accident,” he said finally, his voice low. “A year ago. They told me I was lucky it wasn’t worse, but... I lost some things.”He tapped the side of his head gently. “Memories. Not all of them. Just—some.” He let out a dry, hollow laugh. “Selective amnesia, they called it.”My stomach twisted.“I don’t even know what I forgot,” he added, looking straight ahead like he couldn’t bear to meet my eyes. “That’s the messe

CelesteI stepped into the elevator lobby, the low hum of conversation buzzing around me like a distant storm, barely audible but impossible to ignore. The polished marble floors reflected the overhead lights in soft pools, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered faintly in the air. Sebastian was already there, standing near the far wall with that calm, unreadable expression he always wore at work. His posture was relaxed, hands tucked casually into his pockets, but his presence was like a silent anchor—steady and unavoidable. The way he stood, so still and confident, made the air around him feel charged, as if something was quietly simmering beneath the surface.As I waited for the elevator, I couldn’t help but notice the small whispers around me, the quick glances exchanged between the other employees. Rumors, of course. The usual rumors. Why was Sebastian greeting me this morning? Had I really resigned, as some had said? The curiosity in their eyes felt like a subtle weight

Celeste The cafeteria noise buzzed around me like a distant storm, but inside, my senses were sharp, raw, and unrelenting. Every nerve in my body screamed that I was on the edge of something breaking—something I wasn’t sure I wanted to hold together anymore. I could still feel it—the way Sebastian’s presence had filled the office, thick and impossible to ignore. The way his body had pressed so close to mine, close enough that I could’ve counted the freckles on his cheek if I’d dared look. His breath had been warm against my skin, and his lips—God, his lips—had hovered inches from mine, soft, inviting, like a whispered promise. That closeness made the air around me feel smaller, suffocating almost, like the world had contracted until it was just the two of us—no coworkers, no whispered rumors, no impossible boundaries. He’s jealous. Damn, he’s jealous. The thought should’ve ignited anger—how dare he, how dare I—but instead, it tangled me up in a way I hadn’t expected. It pulled me