Too Late To Love Me, Mr Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

**KIRA**Kira kicked off her heels the moment she stepped through the front door.Her feet hurt. Her back ached. Her head felt heavy.It had been a long day at the hotel.She’d spent hours going through supplier contracts, meeting with department heads, inspecting rooms that hadn’t been properly cleaned in months. Every corner of that place needed work. Deep, serious work.And she still had her own restaurant to think about.The one Marcus had mentioned weeks ago. The one she’d been dreaming about since before she met Adrian. Her own kitchen. Her own menu. Her own space.But right now, she couldn’t think about any of it.She was exhausted.Kira walked upstairs slowly, her hand trailing along the banister. The house was quiet. Her parents had gone to bed early. Lily was asleep. Even Marcus was out, probably still at the office.She reached her bedroom and closed the door behind her.The silence was comforting.Kira peeled off her suit jacket and draped it over the chair. Then her blous

**KIRA**Kira’s fork stopped halfway to her mouth.She set it down slowly.Elijah.He was looking at her. Waiting for her response .“I still like you, Kira.” He repeated, like she didn’t hear the first time.The words were hanging in the air.Kira opened her mouth, but nothing came out.Her dress became too tight, like it was stopping her from breathing.She dropped her fork. It clattered against the plate.“I need to use the bathroom.”She stood quickly. Too fast. Her chair scraped against the floor, drawing little attention from the other people in the background.“Kira….”“Just a minute.”She walked away before he could say anything else.The bathroom was in the back of the restaurant. It was quiet and empty..Kira locked herself in a stall and sat down on the closed toilet seat.She pressed her hands against her face and t

ADRIAN POV Adrian was still staring at the photo on his phone when he heard the front door open. Voices. His mother. And Ethan. He quickly closed the app and set his phone down. “Adrian?” Catherine’s voice echoed through the house. “In the kitchen.” Footsteps. Then his mother appeared in the doorway, looking perfectly put together as always. Hair styled. Makeup flawless. Dressed like she was going to brunch, not bringing his son home. Ethan trailed behind her, carrying his backpack. “Daddy!” Ethan dropped his bag and ran toward him. Adrian caught him and lifted him up. “Hey, buddy.” “I missed you.” “I missed you too.” He set Ethan down, and the boy immediately climbed onto the stool next to him. Catherine walked to the counter and set her purse down. “We need to talk.” Adrian poured himself another cup of coffee. “About what?” “About Kira.” He froze. “What about her?” Catherine pulled out her phone and started scrolling. “I was at Pilates this mornin

KIRA Pov The hotel lobby was chaos when Kira arrived. Guests were arguing with staff at the front desk. A manager was on the phone, speaking quickly in Mandarin. Two housekeepers stood near the elevators, whispering. Kira walked past all of them without stopping. Mr. Harrison met her at the entrance to the executive wing. He looked stressed. His tie was crooked. His shirt had a coffee stain near the collar. “Miss Ashford, thank you for coming.” “What happened?” “A guest fell through their bed frame this morning. Landed hard. They’re threatening to sue.” Kira stopped walking. “The bed frame broke?” “Completely collapsed. The guest hit the floor. Bruised ribs. Possible concussion.” “Which room?” “512.” “Show me.” They took the elevator to the fifth floor. The hallway was quiet. Too quiet. Harrison unlocked room 512 and pushed the door open. The bed was destroyed. The frame had split down the middle. The mattress sagged into the gap. Pieces of wood were scattered across the

VANESSA POV Vanessa stood in front of her closet, holding up two dresses. The red one or the blue one? Red was bold. Sexy. The kind of dress that said she knew exactly what she wanted. But blue was softer. Elegant. The kind of dress that made men think they were the ones doing the chasing. Her phone rang. She tossed both dresses on the bed and answered. “Tell me you’re not wearing that red dress,” Jenna said without saying hello. Vanessa laughed. “How did you know I was looking at it?” “Because you always look at it. And you never wear it because you think it’s too much.” “It is too much.” “For what? You’re going on a date with Adrian Westbrook. The man is a billionaire. Wear the damn dress.” Vanessa picked up the red dress and held it against herself in the mirror. “I don’t know. I want to look good, but I don’t want to look like I’m trying too hard.” “Girl, you’ve been trying for two years. It’s time to close the deal.” Vanessa smiled. “I already closed it.” “What?” “W