All Chapters of One Night With My Boss Billionaire ( English ): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“APOLLO’S POV” Everything that’s happening right now is still a puzzle to me. I don’t know who or what she really is. Those questions are still stuck in my head. I sighed because I suddenly keep asking things without thinking about what I’m saying. She might notice that I’m still suspicious about their identity—close call. I stood up, about to follow Astrid, when Shaun suddenly spoke. “You’re not serious, are you?” Shaun said. I looked at him, frowning at his question. Psh. This is exactly what I mean. “What are you talking about? Of course I’m serious,” I replied, about to leave when he spoke again. “Give her some space, don’t go there,” Shaun said. I wanted to punch Shaun, but I listened because he had a point. Astrid is still in a stressed state—I don’t want to add to it. “Apollo, it’s not all about you. It’s not all about your loved ones’ safety. What about them? I can read your actions—don’t put Astrid in danger. They won’t do anything to you,” Shaun told me.

APOLLO'S POV I don’t know what’s happening to me—my feet just moved on their own and I immediately followed Astrid outside Jennifer’s room. We’re still here in the hospital. I heard her talking to someone, and it was crystal clear that she said the word LOVE. “Who’s that guy??” That’s what I muttered while thinking about who she was talking to. And whoever he is, I know he’s the one who knows Astrid’s true identity, and only he can answer my questions. I need another plan—I have to get her cellphone. I quickly went back inside Jennifer’s room because I saw Astrid enter the bathroom. I still had a few questions in mind—whether that guy was her boyfriend or not. I sat down on the same chair I was sitting on earlier. “Lovey?” I suddenly blurted out, frowning. Brix, who was talking so loudly, suddenly went quiet. I didn’t understand what they were talking about because I was focused on thinking about who Astrid’s “lovey” was and what he meant to her. “Who’s lovey? What

APOLLO’S POV When I got out, I still couldn’t calm down. I was itching to know everything—who Astrid really was and who that man she called earlier might be. I don’t even know why I’m acting like this. It’s not right that all my concern and time are spent on Astrid. It feels like that woman is wasting my time. “Sh*t, what happened to me? It’s like I’m stuck on that woman!” I muttered angrily to myself while in the parking lot. I immediately started the car and drove back to the mansion because I wanted to shower and change before visiting my restaurant. I planned to instruct all my employees to decorate and set up a VIP dinner area. When I arrived at the mansion, I parked right away and went inside. Aunt greeted me with a wide smile. “Apollo, my dear baby,” she said, smiling broadly. I frowned. Surely, she was going to ask for money again, even though I had just given her some the other day. She was like a sugar baby to me, always asking. Dad and I couldn’t kick her out because s

After Apollo gave me the dress, he told me to go home first. I didn’t want to, but they insisted, saying I needed to enjoy myself and go on a date with Apollo. “Psh, here we go again,” I muttered, complaining. A group of gay stylists started fixing me up—Apollo had hired them because he said I needed to look presentable for our date. Seriously, am I not presentable enough in his eyes? Four people were already doing my makeup, and someone was fixing my hair. Sharmaine was also inside Apollo’s room. I don’t even know why he put me here in his room. “Isn’t it done yet?” Apollo asked while looking at his watch. “Wow sir, you’re so excited to be alone with your girlfriend,” one of the stylists teased. I quickly reacted. “oh, I’m not his girlfriend, pe—” “Yes, she’s my girlfriend. Please hurry up, we’re going on a date,” Apollo said, which shocked me. Oh my gosh! Did I hear that right? My stomach was flipping like crazy. I wanted to be happy, but something was still bother

I woke up with my body aching, and even my “Pearl of the Orient” hurt. I was about to rub my eyes when I realized my hands were tied. “D*mn it!!” I shouted angrily. I had no clothes on, and I was bound. What happened? I don’t know how this happened. What did Apollo do to me? Suddenly, I burst into tears, sobbing because of the pain. I was about to confess that I loved him, but now I couldn’t. I quickly grabbed the blanket and covered myself when suddenly someone entered. “Hello Miss, here are your clothes,” said a woman. “Hey, help me please,” I begged, tears streaming down my face. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I can’t do that. There are many guards watching this room,” she replied. “Did you see my bag?” I asked her. “No, ma’am,” she answered, handing me the clothes. “How am I supposed to wear this when I’m tied up?” I said. She immediately came closer. “Don’t try to escape. You won’t get out of here—there are too many men guarding this place,” she warned. “I’m A