Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Secret Heirs : Bab 61 - Bab 70

~CELINE~I pulled away from Hunter, embarrassed by my breakdown. "I'm sorry," I whispered, wiping my face with the back of my hand. I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes. What was I thinking, falling apart like that in front of him?Hunter stood there, looking just as confused as I felt. He ran his hand through his hair… an action I'd come to recognize when he was hesitant. "There's no need for you to pack your bags," he said firmly.I bit my lower lip nervously, glancing at my half-packed duffel. "It's my fault…”"Don't," he cut me off, his voice turning cold. "Don't say that."I turned to continue packing, determined to leave before I caused more trouble, but Hunter grabbed my wrist. The sudden contact made me pause. I looked down at his hand wrapped around my wrist, then back up at him.He took a step closer, and I flinched instinctively but didn't pull away. Something in his eyes had changed. He brushed my hair behind my ear with his free hand, then caressed my cheek. His ga

~CELINE~As we drove into the city, I tried to think of a way to lose Baron without raising suspicion. It wasn't just about protecting my secret anymore, something about this whole situation felt dangerous. But I had to know what this person knew about Caesar's father. I had to protect my son."Erhm…Baron," I said as we approached the city, "could we stop at that café first?" I pointed to a busy coffee shop on the corner. "I'm feeling a bit lightheaded. I should probably eat something before running my errands."Baron nodded, pulling up to the curb. "Of course. Would you like me to come in with you?""No need," I said quickly. "I'll just be a minute. Could you... could you wait in the car? I don't want to cause a scene if someone recognizes me from the tabloids."He looked hesitant but agreed. "I'll be right here if you need me."I entered the café, ordered a coffee to keep up appearances, and then slipped out the back exit into an alley. Checking my watch…12:10…I hailed a cab and di

~CELINE~The doctor finally released Caesar the next morning. His fever had broken, and the tests showed it was just a viral infection that would pass on its own. Relief flooded through me as I gathered our things, ready to take my baby home."Ready to go, little man?" I asked, helping Caesar put on his shoes. He nodded, still sleepy from the medication but looking much better than he had last night."Is Mr. Hunter coming with us?" Caesar asked, looking around the room.My heart squeezed. Hunter had disappeared early this morning, saying he needed to take care of something. He'd been so attentive throughout the night, barely leaving Caesar's side. I didn't know what to make of it."No, sweetheart. Mr. Hunter had some work to do. But he made sure we have a car waiting for us."We walked down the hospital corridor hand in hand. As we approached the exit, I noticed a small crowd gathered outside. My stomach dropped when I realized they were reporters."Miss Brown! Is it true you're li

~CELINE POV~I clung to him, my hands tangling in his hair, as if afraid he'd disappear if I let go. He pulled back slightly, his breath coming in ragged gasps."I've wanted this since the moment I saw you," he whispered, his lips brushing against mine. "But I didn't want to push. I didn't want to scare you away.""You didn't," I murmured, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "But I was scared of myself. Of what I felt."He smiled, a sad, tender expression that made my heart ache. "We're both scared," he admitted. "But maybe... maybe it's worth it."His words were like a spark, igniting a fire that had been smoking for far too long. I pressed myself against him, my body molding to his as if seeking to erase the distance between us.He groaned, his hands sliding down my back, pulling me closer still. "Celine," he breathed, his voice thick with desire. "I need you. Now."I nodded, unable to speak, my body already responding to his touch. He led me to the plush couch, the candles cast

~CELINE~A warm breeze rustled through the garden as I watched Caesar chase butterflies through Eleanor Reid's prized rose bushes. It had been a week since that night in the wine cellar—a week of stolen glances, careful avoidance, and the heaviest silence I'd ever experienced."You're doing it again," Caroline said, swirling her wine glass lazily as she lounged in the wrought iron chair beside me.I pulled my gaze away from Caesar. "Doing what?""That thousand-yard stare." She took a sip of her rosé. "The one where you're physically here but mentally..." she waved her hand dramatically, "somewhere in the stratosphere."I forced a smile. "Just tired. Your cousin keeps me busy."Caroline snorted. "Speaking of the big bad wolf, how is dear Hunter doing these days? And more importantly, how are you coping?"My heart skipped at the mention of his name, a reaction I hated myself for. "He's... Hunter. Busy. Demanding." I kept my eyes on Caesar, who had abandoned the butterflies to examine a