Semua Bab In Love With The Hot Billionaire.: Bab 51 - Bab 60

CHAPTER FORTY-ONEAdrien's POV I stood in the empty hallway for more than a minute after Camille left, staring at the consultation room door like it held answers I desperately needed.What the hell had just happened?My hands were still tingling from where I'd held her. My chest still felt the phantom weight of her forehead pressed against it. My arms remembered exactly how she'd fit when I'd scooped her up. She was light, fragile and was trembling like a wounded bird.And my control, the careful distance I maintained with every patient, had completely evaporated the moment she'd stumbled into me.I'd carried her. I actually lifted her off her feet and carried her into a private room like some character from a romance novel instead of a medical professional treating a patient in distress.That was completely inappropriate and utterly unprofessional.And I'd do it again without hesitation.I scrubbed my hand over my face and headed back toward my office, trying to process what had jus

CHAPTER FIFTY-THREECamille's POVMorning light filtered softly through my bedroom curtains, warm and sweet in that way that only weekend mornings possessed.I reached for my phone on the nightstand, squinting at the screen.Saturday. 6:47 AM.My first weekend in the penthouse. My first full week as Noe's nanny successfully completed without major disasters and mercifully, still no encounter with Adrien beyond that devastating moment in the hospital hallway three days ago. I fell asleep yesterday, I really hope Adrien wouldn't be mad at me for going to bed first without his son.He'd been working late every night, apparently, coming home long after Noe was asleep, leaving early in the mornings before either of us woke up. Not sure if he was home. Margot had mentioned something about a complicated surgery schedule, but I suspected Adrien was also just that dedicated to his work.Or avoiding me. Though he had no reason to avoid me since he didn't know I was his employee. Yet.The inevit

CHAPTER FIFTY-FOURThe lock clicked from the outside."Noe?" I rushed to the door, trying the handle. It was locked, completely locked. "Noe! Open this door right now!"His muffled laughter came from the other side. "Sorry, Camille! But I really wanted all the pastries! I'll let you out after I finish eating!""Noe! This isn't funny! Open the door!""Can't hear you! Eating pastries! It's so so good!"Then his footsteps retreated down the hallway, leaving me alone in the dark room.I stood there for a moment, processing what had just happened.A seven-year-old had just locked me in a room in my employer's private wing over chocolate pastries.This was fine. Everything was fine.Except I couldn't see anything, and I had no idea where I was or how to get out.I felt along the wall next to the door, searching for a light switch. My fingers found the smooth panel, traced upward until I felt the familiar shape of a switch.I flipped it.Nothing happened.I flipped it again and again. Up and

CHAPTER FIFTY-SIXAdrien's POVI stood in the bathroom with my forehead pressed against the closed door, breathing like I'd just run a marathon.What the hell had I almost done?My hands were shaking. They were actually shaking. I, who performed delicate cardiac surgeries with rock-steady precision, couldn't stop my hands from trembling.All because I'd been thirty seconds away from kissing her.From closing that final distance, backing her harder against those bookshelves, and finding out exactly how she tasted. From running my hands through that dark hair and hearing my name in her voice while I did things that were so far beyond inappropriate I couldn't even categorize them.I'd been standing there in nothing but a towel, still wet from the shower, telling my employee that her lips looked good?.Christ!I pushed away from the door and gripped the edge of the sink, staring at my reflection in the mirror.My pupils were dilated. My jaw tight. Every muscle in my body still coiled with

CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT~Camille's POV~The Natural History Museum was more crowded than I'd expected for a Saturday morning.I saw families everywhere. Children running between exhibits. Noe was in heaven.He dragged me from display to display, his small hand gripping mine tightly, explaining every detail with the expertise of a seven-year-old who'd clearly been here dozens of times."And THIS is the Triceratops skull! See the horns? They used them for defense and also for showing off to other Triceratops. Kind of like how Papa's car is really nice but he says it's just practical…""Noe," Adrien said from behind us, amusement coloring his voice."What? It's true. Your car is fancy."I bit back a smile as Noe pulled me toward the next exhibit. Adrien followed at a respectful distance, maintaining that careful space between us. Except every time the crowd surged, every time someone pushed past, he was suddenly there. His hand at my lower back, guiding me out of the way. His body creating