SECRETS OF A BILLIONAIRE HUSBAND의 모든 챕터: 챕터 51 - 챕터 60

The next morning, Rivera stepped out of the mansion dressed for work, her handbag resting against her shoulder as she walked down the front steps.She was smiling for no particular reason. Maybe it was because she had finally laughed properly the night before. Maybe it was because Reagan had kept his promise about her father. Or maybe it was simply because things between them no longer felt as cold and impossible as they once did.She reached the driveway where the car already waited for her. The driver stood beside it respectfully, ready to open the door.Then she heard footsteps behind her. She turned and saw Reagan walking out of the mansion, dressed in casual clothes instead of his usual office suit. One hand rested casually in his pocket while the other held his car keys loosely.Rivera blinked in surprise. “You’re not dressed for work.”“I’m not going to work.”Her brows pulled together slightly. “Okay...”“We’re skipping the rest of the week.”Rivera stared at him. “We’re what?

The drive had seemed exciting at first. Now, after an entire day on the road, Rivera could feel every mile in her bones.The inn itself was warm and inviting. A stone fireplace crackled quietly near one corner of the lobby. The scent of coffee and cedar wood lingered in the air.Rivera sighed happily. "This is great."Luke stretched his shoulders as he approached the reception desk. "The bed is going to feel perfect."The receptionist looked up from her computer with a polite smile. "Good evening.""Evening," Luke said. "We need rooms."The woman typed something into her system. For several seconds, only the sound of her keyboard filled the lobby.Then her smile faltered. "Oh."Nobody liked that response. "What does 'oh' mean?" Rivera asked immediately.The receptionist looked apologetic. "We only have one room left."Rivera blinked, Luke blinked, even Reagan's expression darkened. "One room?" Luke repeated.The woman nodded. "There is a festival in the next town over this weekend. Mo

The second room was slightly larger. The bed was bigger. It wasn't exactly luxurious, but there was enough space for two people.Luke dropped his bag beside the chair and looked around. “Well.”Reagan looked at him. “What?”Luke smiled faintly. “Nothing.”The silence that followed was heavier than either man expected.For the first time since arriving at the inn, neither Luke nor Reagan had anything to argue about.Luke sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor with an unreadable expression. Reagan remained in the armchair, his arms folded across his chest, his eyes fixed somewhere near the window.It was strange. Years ago, silence between them had never felt uncomfortable. They could sit in the same room for hours without saying anything and still understand each other. They had spent years building that kind of friendship.But now, somehow, there were too many things left unsaid.Luke glanced toward him. “You know what’s funny?”Reagan didn’t look over. “Usually when you say

For the first hour of the drive, Rivera had watched quietly the roads that stretched endlessly ahead of them, surrounded by open fields and quiet landscapes.There was something peaceful about being nowhere. No meetings, expectations, or people watching her every move.But what she couldn't quite escape thinking about was the complicated arrangement she and Reagan existed in. Because this time it was just the road and him, which unfortunately was both the most peaceful and most dangerous part.She had spent the morning trying not to think too deeply about the fact that it was just the two of them now. She had tried to convince herself that nothing had changed. Luke was simply resting.They were still on the same road trip. They were still the same two people who had spent weeks learning how to tolerate each other.But Rivera knew herself too well. Under all that outward quiet was inward chaos. Maybe it was because the man who always seemed so detached had just admitted that he still c

Rivera had thought about this moment for months. She had imagined what it would feel like, and somehow, nothing she imagined compared to the reality of it.The first thing she felt was shock, then disbelief, and finally, unimaginable pleasure, the sort that she knew she'd never come back from.Even though she imagined it, she didn't really think he'd ever kiss her. Their relationship was not like that.When he finally pulled back, neither of them spoke. Rivera just stared at him. Reagan looked at her with the realization that whatever line he had been trying so hard not to cross, he had already crossed it.Rivera could only think about one thing. Reagan had always done things with a good reason. Is there a good reason for this one too or is it just the spur of the moment?It surely felt like the latter. The person she had spent so long trying not to want was finally choosing her, but it was only for this moment. For this reason, she didn't feel completely safe.The music from the fest