Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire's Irresistible Touch: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

SIENNA’S POV I stood up slowly, suddenly feeling limp as I walked quietly out of the room.As soon as I shut the door behind me, I saw Kieran, which made my heart thump. "Oh my goodness," I whispered, covering my chest with my hands.He took a step forward to enter Grandma's room, but I stepped to my right to block him. "She's asleep. You shouldn't disturb her.""Why should I believe you?" He moved to pass me again.I stopped him once more, my brows drawing together. "You know what? Check for yourself." I turned and began to walk away.As he reached for the door handle, his shirt sleeve pulled up slightly, revealing the watch on his wrist. As my body brushed past his, the watch face glowed with a green light, displaying the glowing shape of a human body.What kind of watch is that? I wondered.I looked back at him and said, "I will be going to Liz's. She's moving out today and I want to help her pack."Kieran’s eye narrowed. "Don't you know you can't just wander off anymore?" he bar

SIENNA’S POV I sat frozen in my seat, my hands still gripped tight around the steering wheel. Another car pulled up quickly and stopped behind Kieran’s Lamborghini.​Two men got out. One of them was very large and hefty. He walked toward my car expressionlessly. He didn't say a word. He just reached out and pulled my driver's side door open.​I looked at him, then at Kieran. I knew there was no point in fighting anymore.​Slowly, I reached up and unclicked my seatbelt. As the strap retracted, I let out a long, shaky breath. It was the kind of breath that takes all the strength out of your body. My muscles felt like lead, and I suddenly felt too tired to even hold my head up.​I forced myself to stand up and step out of the car. The hefty man stood back to let me pass. I didn't look at Kieran as I walked toward his Lamborghini.​Instead of opening the front passenger door, I climbed into the back seat. I wanted the dark tinted glass to hide me. I didn't want to be near him.​The driv

​SIENNA’S POV​Rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows in heavy sheets. Thunder rattled the glass, followed by flashes of lightning so bright they turned the room a stark, blinding white for a split second.​I hated storms. I had fled the living room ten minutes ago, unable to stand the sound of the wind howling against the glass, but the rest of the house felt just as exposed.​Kieran wasn’t back yet. It was getting really late, way past the time he usually returned from the office.​Why was I even bothered? I paced the hallway, scolding myself. He was a grown man. If anything, he was probably just working late to avoid me. But a nagging voice in the back of my mind wouldn't shut up. What if something happened to him? "No, no, no," I muttered, shaking the thought away. "He’s fine. He’s probably just being a jerk."​Still, I couldn't stop tossing my phone from hand to hand. I pulled up my contacts and searched for his name, my thumb hovering indecisively between the dial but

KIERAN’S POV ​The morning sun poked at my eyelids, forcing me to squint against the bright light. I groaned and raised a heavy hand to shield my eyes as I sat up. My back was stiff, and my spine popped with a slow, painful stretch. I stayed like that for a moment, waiting for my head to clear.​That’s when I felt it. There was a warmth against my skin, the weight of fingers locked tightly through mine. I slowly looked to my side and saw Sienna. She was fast asleep, her head resting on my pillow.​I opened my mouth to wake her up, ready to tell her to get out and never come back. But the words died in my throat. She looked different when she was like this. Her face was calm. She looked softer and maybe pretty.​"Oh come on, man. Pretty?" I muttered to myself, shaking my head.​I tried to tell myself she was just lucky. She got to use my expensive things, eat my food, and sleep in a house as big as this one. She should have been grateful every single day for the luxury I was giving

KIERAN’S POVAfter a very long drive we finally arrived at Silas Vance’s. ​The estate is quite big and quiet. A man walked up to us."Good afternoon. I am Mr. Vance’s estate manager. Please, follow me," he said as he led us through a sun-drenched conservatory toward a stone patio.​"Mr. Vance will be with you shortly," the estate manager said stiffly. "Please, make yourselves comfortable."​I couldn't sit. I paced the length of the patio, checking the time on my watch every ten seconds. "James said he’s a stickler for tradition," I muttered, mostly to myself. "If he sees the stock reports before we sign, we're dead."​Sienna wasn't listening. She was staring at a large, ceramic pot in the corner of the conservatory where the midday sun was beating down the hardest.​"Kieran," she whispered, stepping toward a plant with drooping, yellowing leaves.​"Not now, Sienna. I’m trying to think."​"It’s a Calathea," she said, ignoring me. She turned to the estate manager, who was about to leave