บททั้งหมดของ THE BILLIONAIRE'S SERVANT : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

21:Livia's point of viewThe noise of the door struck me out of my thoughts. I put the cloth on the worktop and head to the entrance, quickly adjusting my dress before opening. In front of me, a woman. Elegant, sophisticated, an icy beauty that leaves no doubt about her insurance. Her blond hair is perfectly styled, her tight dress highlights a body with perfectly mastered curves, and her luxury fragrance immediately invades the space between us. She looks at me with an indecipherable air before letting go in a sweet voice:- I would like to see Alessandro. My heart misses a beat. It’s not a simple knowledge, it feels. There is something in his tone, in his posture ... An obvious proximity to him. I don't have time to answer that PAS noises resonate on the stairs. Alessandro goes slowly, his features closed, his hard look. As soon as he sees it, his body is tending slightly, but it is above all the strange expression that crosses his face that troubles me. A mixture of annoyance a

23Livia's point of viewEverything happened in seconds. A deaf noise in the living room, followed by a muffled cry. When I turn around, Isabella is collapsed on the sofa, a tense hand on her chest, the pale complexion. - Madam ! I launched, rushing towards her. His breath is short, irregular. Her eyes flutter in pain and she tries to speak to me, but no sound comes out correctly from her mouth. - Alessandro! I shouted in a panicked voice. He tumbles into the room at a crazy speed. As soon as he sees his mother, his expression changes at all. His face freezes, his gaze fills with a raw, visceral fear. - Mom ?! He kneels next to her, takes his face in his hands. -What's going on? Breathe, mom. Talk to me. Isabella opens her mouth with difficulty. - My heart…Alessandro is not waiting for longer. He slides an arm under his legs, the other behind his back, and lifts her effortlessly. - Livia, take my keys! he screams. I rush to the table where he left them and run behind him

25: a fragile forceD'Alessandro's point of viewI never thought I saw my mother so weak. Lying on this hospital bed, surrounded by machines that sting at regular intervals, it seems so small to me. She who has always been my pillar, my rock, seems to me today as fragile as a leaf ready to be swept by the wind. I squeeze my jaw, with a loose heart. The idea of losing it consumes me from the inside. I should be strong, for her, for me. But how do we prepare to lose the person we love the most in the world? - Alessandro ... His sweet but firm voice brings me back to reality. I look up at her. She fixes me with this determined look that I know so well. - Don't make this head. I let out a bitter laugh. - What head? - That of a man who thinks he will lose the battle before he even fought it. I give my head, unable to answer. She sighs gently, then hands one hand towards me. I take it without hesitation. - My son ... You have always been my greatest pride. You grew up in a strong

27: Burning jealousyLivia's point of viewThe restaurant's atmosphere is muffled, sifted by golden lights that caress the faces of the guests. The cutlery collides gently, the murmur of conversations filled space, and I feel strangely well. Alessandro has chosen a refined establishment, as always, and the attention it has given me since I was pregnant is more and more disturbing. I like this moment. I like the idea of being with him, even if all of this is on a contract. But everything changes when this man approaches. He is tall, well dressed, sure of himself. As soon as he sees me, his gaze slides on me with a barely concealed appreciation. - You are absolutely radiant. His smile is charming. I am risking nervously, take a look at Alessandro who froze. - Thank you, I answer politely, a little uncomfortable under the intensity of his gaze. - Your husband is very lucky. He leans slightly his head. Or maybe we are not your husband? I don't have time to answer. Alessandro's ha

29: Far from everything, close to usAlessandro's point of viewThe call has just fallen. Unexpected. Pressing. Italy is waiting for me, and this time, I cannot postpone. I listen to my interlocutor to expose the situation with an apparent calm, but my mind turns speed. I can't leave. Not now. Not with my sick mother. Not with Livia my child pregnant. I rub my jaw with a nervous gesture, reflecting on all possible solutions. - I understand. I arrive as soon as possible, I finally said before hanging up. I stay motionless for a moment, fixing the void, weighing my options. - A problem? Livia asks behind me. I turn to her. She is there, standing in the living room, a hand placed on her belly that begins to round up slightly. This simple vision makes me feel something inexplicable, a mixture of responsibility and possessiveness. I sigh. - I have to go to Italy. Her face freezes for a moment. - Italy? NOW ? - Yes. This is important. She nibbs her lip, a tic that I learned to r