Semua Bab Babysitting the Billionaire's son: Bab 21 - Bab 30

“I will put this on the wall of my room. Is that okay?” Azi asked with a gleam in his innocent eyes. I smiled and nodded at him, my heart softening at his excitement.Nang makarating kami sa kaniyang silid, napansin ko na wala na ang dalawang lalaki na nakita ko kanina. The hallway was eerily quiet, as if the earlier tension had been swallowed by the silence of the house. I didn’t see Aaron either, and though part of me felt relieved, another part of me longed to confront him, to ask him about what I had overheard.When the night came, I was preparing Azi's bed. Nakapantulog na rin ako, at gaya ng nakasanayan, inuna ko muna ang bata. I hugged Azi and kissed his forehead. “Good night, baby. Sleep well.”Malawak ang ngiti niya na niyakap ako ng mahigpit. “I will definitely have a good sleep,” he said with so much certainty, his small arms wrapping around me tightly as if I was his safe haven.Pinahiga ko na si Azi at tinabihan. My hand found its way to his soft hair, caressing gently as

His kisses were gentle, soft—dangerously addictive. Every brush of his lips stole pieces of me I didn’t know I could give. My thoughts blurred, tangled, and disappeared into the heat of his mouth. I wasn’t myself anymore. My mind wasn’t in the right place to think about what we were doing, and yet… my heart beat for him, recklessly, shamelessly.His lips softened against mine, the urgency slowly melting into something deeper, something tender; every brush of his mouth felt like a confession he couldn’t speak, and I found myself clinging to him, matching his rhythm, breathing him in as though I could live inside this moment forever—his hand cradling my face with such care, his thumb tracing my skin as if I were something precious, and in that kiss, I forgot the weight of what was right or wrong, because all I could feel was the quiet truth that with him, like this, I was home.“Aaron…” I whispered breathlessly between our kisses, as if saying his name could anchor me back to reality.

His question stunned me. Hindi ko kailanman nasabi kay Vince na mahal ko siya. Maybe because of what happened to me. He says he loves me but I never said it back to him. So I really don't know what to say, I really don't know what to answer Aaron. Naningkit ang kaniyang mga mata, observing me. Hindi pa rin ako sumasagot sa kaniya. He nodded then smirked. “I'll take that as an answer.” Sabi niya na hindi ko nakuha kung ano ang ibig niyang sabihin. I wanted to ask him about the picture I just saw, but I stopped myself. Natatakot ako. Hindi ko alam kung natatakot ba ako sa malalaman o sa magiging reaksyon niya kung magtatanong ako sa asawa niya. Right now, I'm so confused about what happened to his wife. I'm so confused if what I am knowing right now is true or false. Is she really dead? What happened to her? And why does she look like me? Those questions played in my head. I looked at Aaron who was just looking at me. At some reason, parang may gusto siyang sabihin pero nanana

“Aaron,” I whispered his name, finally I'm getting calmed slowly. Ramdam ko ang mga halik ni Aaron sa ulo ko habang nakayakap ako sa kaniya at ganoon din siya sa akin. “I want to see Azi,” I said. Inalis ko ang pagkayakap ko sa kaniya at tinignan siya. “I want to see my son,” I said. He nodded then pulled my chin for a gentle kiss. Hawak niya ang magkabilaang pisngi ko at muli akong hinalikan. “You will so him. Pauuwiin ko na siya sa atin,” marahan niyang sambit. “How are you feeling? May masakit ba sa ‘yo?” Umiling ako at nagbaba ng tingin. He sighed then kissed my forehead. “It's been hard for you. I can't imagine how you managed all your suffering alone,” his voice was hoarse and deep, pained. “No. I… I'm so sorry that I couldn't remember you,” I bit my lip to stop myself from crying again. “Baby, don't be. I'm the one who should be apologizing. It took me years to find you. I took my years to get you. D*mn it.” May bakas na galit at lungkot sa kaniyang boses. I s

“What are your thoughts about it? That he lied to you.” He made me face him. Our eyes locked, his hand firm yet gentle as if he wanted to catch every flicker of emotion that would escape from me. Parang gusto niyang makita ang bawat reaksyon ko habang binabanggit niya iyon. He wasn’t just asking—he was demanding the truth of what I really felt. “I feel hurt and betrayed,” I admitted, my voice soft but heavy, carrying the weight of all my confusion. Iyon naman talaga ang nararamdaman ko. Hindi ako makapagpanggap. Hindi ko rin alam ang buong kwento para magalit kay Vince ng buo, pero ang sakit… ang bigat. “You feel hurt.” His gaze darkened slightly. “Did you have feelings for him?” His tone was careful, firm, but I could feel the tension in his voice. Agad akong umiling, mabilis na sagot para malinaw ang lahat. “I can say that I don't have romantic feelings for him. I never said to him that I like him or that I love him—because I don’t feel that way towards him. Kaya wala akong nar