All Chapters of Unexpectedly Married to a Billionaire: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Amelia's POV A waitress with kind eyes led us to a table near the window. “You’re lucky,” she said cheerfully. “Lunch rush just ended.”As we sat down, I couldn’t help smiling at the crooked candle on the table, its wax dripping unevenly onto the holder. “It’s perfect,” I murmured.Xavier tilted his head. “Told you.”We ordered pasta and soup, something simple, something comforting. When the food arrived, steam curling into the air, it felt like more than a meal. It felt like a moment suspended between what was and what might be.He twirled his fork absently, watching me. “You look lighter today.”“Do I?”He nodded. “You’re not holding your breath anymore.”That made me pause. I hadn’t realized I’d been doing that living as if I were waiting for something to collapse.“I think,” I said quietly, “for the first time, I don’t feel like I’m pretending.”He smiled, a small, knowing thing. “Then that’s worth more than any peace treaty.”We ate slowly, letting the warmth of the food and the

Xavier's POV  Amelia murmured, ‘’We’re absurd.’” “We are," I nodded. "We’re making an effort. That means something.” She rested her head against the sofa breathing out slowly. "Do you truly believe we’re capable of this?” I shifted a bit observing her face the way the lamplight gently softened her contours the way her lashes quivered as though hesitant to embrace hope. “I believe," I stated cautiously, "that whatever this may be, it deserves to be fought for.” Her mouth opened slightly. She averted her gaze, gulping nervously. For quite a while both of us remained quiet. The space was still broken by the gentle buzzing of the refrigerator and the quiet ticking of the clock hanging on the wall. Then softly and nearly delicately she placed her

Xavier's POV The ocean wind welcomed us soon as we exited the vehicle. Refreshing gentle sweeping away the traces of the day’s turmoil. Amelia shut her eyes briefly, her hair fluttering in the breeze. "This spot has always been special to me," she remarked. "I often came here by myself.” “Why alone?” She gave a shrug. "It’s simpler. Nobody checks if I’m alright.” I observed her outline, the arch of her shoulders, the manner in which she stood, as though guarding something within her. “I’m here with you now,” I told him. She looked back something restrained within her eyes thankfulness. Anxiety, about trusting me too readily. “Shall we take a walk?" She shifted the subject before her feelings could reveal themselves. We strolled along the sh

I still climbed down from the hood. "Alright. If it gets weird.” “I’ll go first.” “Amazing," I whispered, trailing behind him. We strolled over to the dock. The timber groaned gently beneath our feet as we moved onto it. The water struck the supports, below us producing a noise that oddly calmed me. “Have a seat " he instructed, motioning toward the corner. I perched, my feet hanging above the water. “This location " he started, "was once where I found my peace.” I faced him. "Do you also have a retreat?” He gave a nod. ". I have never taken anyone here.” My heart skipped slightly. "Am I the first?” “Yes " he replied immediately. I gazed at the water a grin spreading across my face. "T

Amelia’s POV  There was more to his words than met the ear. Not merely honesty . Yearning. For what I had yet to understand. I exhaled deeply angling my head a bit to catch my reflection in the glass. My hair was tousled by the seaside breeze my eyes a bit swollen but less fatigued, than usual. Even my cheeks appeared vibrant. All because of his presence tonight.   I slipped off my shoes. Made my way slowly to the kitchen. A glass of water could help soothe the tightness in my chest. Yet when I went to open the cupboard I noticed my hands were shaking. “Oh dear why do I behave this way?" I murmured quietly to myself. At last I drank some water. Yet that failed to soothe my thoughts, which kept rehashing every moment since we departed the beach. The manner in which he gazed at me.