All Chapters of Winning Me Back, Mr. Billionaire: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Zayne’s kiss was intoxicating. His tongue teased its way into Elmy’s mouth—hot, demanding. Elmy weakened beneath him. Her fingers instinctively clutched his shirt as her breath hitched, struggling to keep up with the rhythm of his kiss.Even so, Elmy forced herself to stay conscious. This kiss could just be another snare Zayne was setting for her. Maybe it was nothing more than a fleeting reaction, just like their previous kiss. No feelings involved. Just the demands of a contract and physical desire.As that thought settled in her mind, the passion that had burned so brightly began to fade. Elmy gripped Zayne’s shoulders and gently pushed him away, pulling them both back from the shallow pull of physical attraction.“You shouldn’t be doing that. What if someone sees us?” It was only an excuse. Elmy simply didn’t want to get dragged too deep into that whirlpool of desire. Because once she fell into it, she wasn’t sure she could ever find her footing again.It was safer to keep her dis

Snow fell steadily in Whistler. Piles of snow lined the streets, bare trees stretched toward the gray sky, and the sweet smell of freshly baked bread drifted through the air, mixing with Zayne’s scent. Elmy tightened her arms around his neck.“You’re going to choke me, El.”Elmy chuckled and apologized. Zayne’s boots crunched against the snow as the café she had visited with the crew came into view. It looked quiet now, though it would get crowded during peak hours. Yesterday, they had filled several tables and enjoyed the food there.When Zayne set Elmy down and brushed the snow off her head, the owner greeted them cheerfully. He looked to be in his forties, with a friendly face and flushed cheeks. His smile widened when he saw Elmy.“Ah, you’re that model’s girlfriend, right?” he said, holding the café door open with one hand while carrying a box of baking supplies with the other.Elmy shook her head quickly and wrapped her arm around Zayne’s affectionately. “I already have a husban

“I can’t do this anymore,” Dennis said, his lips trembling. He was shivering badly, even though he had only tried on a few coats. His manager came over and informed Elmy, who was in the middle of handing Dennis a heat pad.“Dennis actually can’t handle the cold,” the middle-aged man said, making Elmy glance at Dennis, who was sitting on a folding chair, pulling his coat tighter around his body. He pressed the heat pad to his face.Elmy exhaled sharply, warm vapor escaping from her slightly pale lips. Her hand tightened around another heat pad.“Alright, you can take Dennis somewhere warm for a while,” Elmy said, trying to be understanding. She gave a small, bitter smile as the manager helped Dennis into the car.“I’m sorry, El,” Dennis whispered as he passed her. Elmy nodded, then limped toward Sebastian, who was standing with his hands on his hips.“What now? There are three coats left. Didn’t you call the backup model?”Sebastian checked his watch and sighed. “No.” He looked up at t

Zayne never expected to end up drinking with Sebastian at a bar in Whistler. After deciding to head back on his own, he called Sebastian and asked him out for a drink. He had a good enough reason—he needed to vent about Dennis.That damn model. How the hell did he know my marriage is about to end?Zayne downed his whiskey in one gulp, eyes shifting to Sebastian, who was casually munching on peanuts while checking out the girls hanging around nearby.“You’re hiding something from me, Bastian?”“Huh?” Sebastian tossed a peanut into his mouth. “Hiding what? I’m not hiding anything.”Zayne snorted. “Dennis knows I’m divorcing Elmy.”Sebastian paused mid-crack of a peanut shell and raised an eyebrow. “If you think I told him, you’re wrong.”“Then how the hell does that bastard know?” Zayne pushed his glass toward the bartender for a refill. “If not you, then who?”Sebastian shrugged. “Even though he’s a model under my agency, I’ve never spilled any of your secrets.” He scratched his cheek.

“How’s your injury? You okay?” Zayne crouched down and lifted Elmy’s foot. “Are you sure you don’t want it bandaged?” he asked, looking up at her flushed face.After his confession last night, something between them had shifted. There was a change she couldn’t quite explain, but Elmy knew where it was heading. Deep down, she hoped it was a good sign. Watching Zayne’s face, warmth crept back up to her ears.“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”“Alright. If it starts bothering you, tell me.”Elmy smiled and nodded.Zayne slipped her shoes on for her. He moved smoothly, grabbing her coat from the hanger. Elmy watched him quietly, taking in his simple yet striking appearance. His hair was styled carelessly, and the tight gray turtleneck accentuated the lines of his abs.Without being asked, Zayne helped her into her thick jacket, then guided her out of the room. But before they even reached the lobby, his phone vibrated in his pocket.“One second,” Zayne said as he pulled it out.Elmy froze when he swip