บททั้งหมดของ A baby for the billionaire: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Isabel quietly unzipped her dress, keeping her back turned. She could feel Isaac behind her, moving across the room, undoing his cufflinks one by one. She tried her best not to look, but the sound of his jacket being shrugged off, the low clicks of his watch being set aside, made her heart beat faster. She reached up to unclip her necklace, but before she could finish, his arms slipped around her waist from behind, pulling her gently against his chest. She gasped softly, feeling his body press into her back, the heat of his skin seeping through her thin slip. His head dipped slightly, lips grazing just under her ear as his hand spread over her stomach. "You keep running from me with your eyes," he whispered, voice deep and low. "Why?" Her breath caught. She could barely form a reply. Her hands instinctively grabbed his arms around her, holding him there. "I just..." she trailed off, cheeks warm, "I'm trying not to get distracted." She didn't think she knew how to keep hers

Isabel stood there, staring at him, her chest tightening painfully. She blinked quickly, as though she hadn’t just heard him say what he said. Her heart pounded louder than her thoughts. Her breath trembled as she finally whispered, “what?” Isaac’s brows furrowed slightly, watching her take a step back from him like his words physically pushed her. The confusion on his face was real, but she couldn't even process it anymore. He stepped forward slightly, his hand half-raised as if trying to reach for her, “Isabel, does there need to be something?” Her stomach twisted at his words. She laughed softly, bitterly, her lips trembling, “so what have we been doing then? All this time? What is this?” Her voice cracked. She could feel the pressure of tears behind her eyes, but she bit them back, refusing to let them fall. His jaw tensed as he tried to explain, but his voice was still too calm, too careful. “I like you. A lot,” he said, his eyes holding hers. “Can’t we just… keep i

Isaac barely remembered how his foot pressed against the gas pedal or how many red lights he passed on the way home. His only focus was to get there before her. He had no idea what he would say, only that he had to fix this. The house was dark when he arrived. The clock in the hallway read 12:36 AM. He checked her room, it was empty. The sheets hadn’t been touched, panic started to crawl under his skin. He checked his phone, quickly dialed Lena. "We’re almost back," she answered, “give us five minutes sir" He didn't respond, just ended the call and ran a hand through his hair. Then, he turned toward the kitchen. He was going to do this right. He rolled his sleeves up and started pacing as he thought out loud. "Okay... just be calm. You look her in the eye and you tell her everything, no more games, no more control. You just say it. Say what? Say... 'Isabel, I was wrong.' No, no, that sounds like you're about to confess to murder, try again." He exhaled deeply, gripping t

Isabel felt something warm flutter against her cheek, like soft fingers brushing her skin. Her eyebrows pinched together, still halfway between sleep and reality. A deep, velvety voice spoke close to her ear, "Why aren't you sleeping in my room?" She blinked slowly, eyes adjusting to the dim light. Isaac was crouched in front of her, his hand stroking gently through her hair, eyes locked on hers. His brows were pulled in like he’d been watching her for a long time. She turned her face away from his touch, feeling confused from the situation and then flooded with the anger, "go away, Isaac," she mumbled, her voice raspy with sleep. "Isabel, I know I made you mad," he said, voice low, nearly pleading. She sat up abruptly, brushing her tangled hair from her face. "You think it's okay to show up here in the middle of the night and invade my privacy?" His face tensed, jaw tightening as he straightened, "I just wanted to see you." "Well, I don’t want to see you," she snapped

There was a knock. Isaac’s mouth was still parted about to respond, when the doorknob turned on its own. Both he and Isabel turned their heads at the same time. Vera stepped in, barefoot, robe tied loosely around her waist, eyes frantic. "Isaac, I can’t sleep. I don’t know why I keep dreaming of him. I feel like something’s going to happen. Isaac, you know how hard my nightmares get. Please, I can’t sleep alone tonight." Isabel didn’t move, but her arms folded across her chest, and her gaze darkened. Isaac exhaled, glancing between the two women. "Three people can’t sleep in this room." The words weren’t loud but they rang loud enough. Loud enough for Isabel to blink. She turned immediately. Her feet carried her toward the door without thought, but she didn’t get far. His hand locked around her wrist, pulling her gently back. "What are you doing?" he asked, staring at her with his eyebrows pulled together. She stared at his hand, then at him, "you just said three p