All Chapters of Unexpectedly Married to a Billionaire: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Xavier’s POV I nodded. “My mother designed it. She always said flowers could heal a weary heart.”I watched Amelia walk closer to a cluster of white roses. Her hand trembled slightly as she touched a petal, as though afraid she might ruin something so beautiful.“So lovely,” she whispered.I stood at her side, not too near. “If you like, this garden can be yours. You can tend to it, or simply sit here whenever you need peace.”She turned quickly, confusion flickering across her face. “You’re saying again that this place could be mine.”I met her eyes, speaking calmly. “Because I want you to feel grounded. You’ve lived too long on someone else’s land, Amelia. It’s time you had your own.”Her eyes shimmered, though she quickly looked away. She didn’t want me to see her tears, but I had already seen enough. We sat to

I listened, half bewildered, half captivated. Who would have thought a man who seemed so stern could speak so gently about flowers?“I never would’ve guessed,” I murmured without thinking.“What?” he asked.I bit my lip. “That you know so much about beautiful things.” Xavier's fell silent for a moment, then gave a faint smile. “Maybe because I’ve always been surrounded by harsh things. Flowers remind me that the world isn’t always like that.”I looked at him longer than I should have, then quickly turned away again. But inside, something warm began to flow quietly.  We sat on the bench near the fountain. Silence fell once more, but this time it wasn’t frightening. The sound of water and the breeze made it feel peaceful.I tilted my head up to the blue sky. “I feel strange,” I said softly.“Why?”“Because I don’t feel as bad as I usually do. Normally I’m always on guard. Always afr

Amelia's POV Xavier kissed my forehead tenderly. “I’ll never let you be alone. You’re no longer a shadow, Amelia. You are my choice. And I’ll make sure the world knows it.”I sobbed in his embrace but for the first time, my tears weren’t only from pain. They carried a sense of relief too. Because at last, someone was standing by my side.Beneath all the wounds my family had left, I began to glimpse a faint light that maybe, I could build a new family. With him.    Xavier touched my shoulder gently, giving me strength. “Amelia is not alone,” he said softly but firmly. Mother looked at me one last time, her eyes filled with disappointment and anger, then turned with Father and left the house. The sound of their footsteps echoed, followed by the loud slam of the big door.I stood frozen. My body trembled, my breath uneven.&nb

Amelia's POV I drew in a long breath. “Alright. I’ll try to believe. In you and in myself.”Xavier looked at me with an expression hard to define, a mixture of tenderness and pride. “That’s more than enough, Amelia.”Silence settled again, but this time it wasn’t awkward. I felt warm, as if a heavy weight was slowly being lifted away.I turned to him once more. “Xavier.”“Hm?”“If I fall again someday, will you still remind me?”He gave a faint smile, almost like an unspoken promise. “Every time.”I lowered my gaze, letting those words carve themselves into my heart.  I stared at my fingers entwined in my lap. The silence stretched, making my heart beat faster than usual. Xavier’s words kept spinning in my head, like a mantra, comforting and frightening all at once.I slowly lifted my fa

Xavier's POV.With her head still bowed and fingers traced the edge of her cup, Amelia appeared to be in search of a solid object to hold onto. I watched. I recognized that there was a fragile yet robust component in her body, and my intention was not to fix it, but to walk with her as she developed the ability to stand.“Amelia,” I called softly.She looked towards me, her eyes still slightly swollen but with a faint glow. Hope, perhaps. Or a newly born courage.I stated that there was no need to hurry. "Today, we can start with a small thing." Everything which makes you feel alive.She lowered her jaw and gave a faint smile. "A small?" she inquired."Yes," I leaned forward, placing my cup on the small table beside the chair. "Maybe a stroll, writing, or simply sitting and listening to music." This day is unique to you and not someone else.She remained silent for a moment. I could sense her mutt