All Chapters of Unexpectedly Married to a Billionaire: Chapter 91 - Chapter 99

Amelia's POVOur dwelling our dwelling that surprisingly felt intimate enough to call unreal welcomed us with a completely different kind of silence.I slipped off my shoes while he was hanging his jacket. I turned quickly.He kept looking at me.Not looking like a counterfeit spouse.Not the way a man playing a role looks.The look, on a mans face when he hears news he never thought could happen.Following that he proceeded toward me.Not pushing.Not demanding.Just approaching.Until I caught myself raising my chin to keep meeting his eyes.“Amelia," he said softly.His tone was, like that of a person trying to evade flames but unable to withstand their attraction.“Hm?” my voice was barely there.“May I hold you?”A simple question.It felt as if I had abruptly found myself in a place I had never been before and I was uncertain, about how much time had gone by.I could have declined. I could have said I needed time. I could have protected myself as I usually did.However this even

Amelia's POV Xavier expressed it without any hesitation. As though everyone accepted that his role was to try to bring a smile to my face. I cast my eyes downward. Softly said, "You did it.” We dined silently. Occasionally our gazes locked. Neither of us flinched or averted our eyes. A fresh sense of ease existed between us. After I was done I grabbed my plate to carry it over to the sink. “Forget it," he said. "I’ll do the washing.” I cocked my head. "Are you attempting to make me fall for you that quickly?” He glanced at me. Seriously. “Certainly I am," he answered, completely serious. My legs almost buckled. I placed the plate gently. Moved a short step nearer. Then one more. “I can assist with the

Amelia's POV My hand naturally settles on my abdomen a movement, yet sufficient for Xavier to observe. He inclines his head a bit. "Amelia?” I swiftly pull my hand back. Put on a forced smile. "No it’s nothing.” His worry intensifies. “Are you able to stand?" he inquires softly. I agree with a nod. Attempt to rise. However as I move ahead the surroundings shift slightly. I almost fall over if Xavier hadn’t grabbed me around the waist. He acts instinctively. His hands heated, holding tightly as though I could vanish if he delayed a moment. “You’re not alright," he states, resolutely this time. "We’re heading home.” I have no grounds to dispute. Not now. He clasps my hand more firmer more confident and we head ba

“I wasn’t sure which brand was the most precise!" he justified himself. "I only wanted what was best, for you.” Xavier's genuineness filled my heart with more warmth. He perched on the bed’s edge. Didn’t immediately give me the box. Instead he glanced at me initially. “I understand you’re frightened," he said softly. "I feel the way. However we don’t need to confront it this moment or by ourselves.” I nibbled on my lip. “Would you like me to accompany you to the bathroom?" he inquired, uncertain. My mind immediately rejected the idea not because I opposed his presence. Because this felt too intimate. Too exposed. “I am able to handle it myself," I replied quietly. He gave a nod. "In that case I’ll remain here.” No pressu