All Chapters of A BILLIONAIRE’S EXCEPTION : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Alexander’s POV The days that followed passed in a gentle blur, the kind of time that felt both endless and fleeting. Mornings were soft and lazy, the sunlight spilling across the penthouse floor as she moved with effortless grace. We lingered over coffee, over small touches, over laughter that started before the first sip of caffeine had even touched our lips. Even in the quietest moments, I was painfully aware of her presence. Every glance, every movement, every subtle shift of her weight reminded me that she was mine. Always. But life, relentless and unyielding, didn’t allow us to stay in that bubble forever. The office called, as it always did. Meetings, schedules, deadlines they demanded our attention, and there was no way around it. Our first day back was surreal. Walking through the lobby side by side, hand in hand, I felt the weight of the real world pressing in. Yet even there, with the city bustling around us and staff hurrying past, she walked beside me as if we belong

Alexander’s POV The days after the honeymoon passed in a gentle blur, a strange mix of fleeting and endless. Mornings were slow and soft, sunlight spilling across the penthouse floor as she moved with effortless grace. We lingered over coffee, over casual touches, over laughter that began before the first sip had even touched our lips. Even in those quiet moments, I couldn’t ignore her. Every glance, every movement, every subtle shift reminded me she was mine. But life, relentless as it was, had its own demands. The office called. Meetings, deadlines, schedules they waited for no one. Our first day back felt surreal. Walking through the lobby side by side, hand in hand, I felt the weight of the real world pressing in. And yet, Jasmine walked beside me like she owned every corner, as she belonged not just in my life, but in the world we shared. She didn’t just fit in. She enhanced it. Made it sharper, brighter, alive. The office was buzzing exactly as I remembered phones ring

Alexander’s POV It was late when I got home. The penthouse was unusually quiet. Not the kind of quiet that invites rest it was heavy, almost tense, as if the air itself was holding its breath. The lights in the living room were off, the sofa untouched, and the only sound was the faint hum of the air conditioning. Something tugged at my gut. I was about to hang my jacket when I heard it a soft, irregular sound, muffled but distinct. At first, I couldn’t place it. Then it hit me. A retch, then a sigh of relief, then silence. The bathroom. Immediately, I froze. My chest tightened. I didn’t move for a few seconds, unsure if I should call out or just quietly go to her. My instincts told me to hurry. “Jas?” My voice was low, cautious. No answer. I crossed the short distance to the bathroom, hand on the doorknob, and gently pushed it open. There she was. Sitting on the floor beside the toilet, her hair damp and plastered to her forehead, her shoulders shaking slightly. Her hands c

Jasmine’s POVWhen Alexander guided me down onto the mattress, there was no hesitation between us only the quiet certainty that came from familiarity. The bed dipped beneath our combined weight, the sheets cool against my back, and my arms slipped easily around his neck like muscle memory.I already knew the shape of him.The weight of his body.The warmth of his skin.This wasn’t new. It wasn’t uncertain. It was something we had done before many times yet it still carried its own intensity, its own gravity.His presence grounded me instantly.The stress of the day, the exhaustion of the past weeks, the constant pressure I’d been carrying all of it softened the moment he leaned in. When his lips met mine, the kiss felt confident and unhurried, like a continuation of a conversation we had never really finished.Not testing.Not exploring.Remembering.Reconnecting.My lips parted without thought, breath warming against his as I responded in the same rhythm we had built over time. His h

Alexander’s POV The house stayed quiet after Jasmine drifted back to sleep. It was the kind of quiet that didn’t feel empty it felt protective. Like the walls themselves understood that she needed rest, that nothing loud or heavy should touch this morning. I stayed seated beside the bed longer than necessary, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest. The early sunlight softened the room, painting her features in warm gold. Even in sleep, she looked like she carried the weight of too many responsibilities yet there was something fragile and precious in how relaxed she seemed right now. She deserved more moments like this. More rest. More care. Less pressure. My hand rested lightly over her forearm, not holding her, not waking her just grounding myself in the simple reassurance that she was here. Safe. Breathing. Still choosing to move forward despite everything she’d endured. Pregnancy had never been easy on her. Even before, her body reacted strongly fatigue, nausea, d