All Chapters of A New Babysitter and the Billionaire Widower: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

London smelled of rain and dry leaves. The sound of cars rushing through puddles echoed down the street, and I walked slowly, my umbrella balanced on my shoulder. My backpack weighed heavily on my back, full of anatomy books and notebooks I probably wouldn't open today.I was walking past a small art gallery when I stopped for a moment. The paintings in the window were all modern, full of bright colors and expressive strokes. They looked so… free. Different from the meticulously planned life I'd been living since I started medical school — since I was born, actually.I sighed and kept walking to the coffee shop at the end of the street. It was my refuge, the only place where I could just be Noah and not "the son of the Drs. Harper," heir to the family hospital.The doorbell chimed as I walked in, and the smell of fresh coffee and cinnamon enveloped me. I shook my umbrella, closed it, and walked to my favorite table, in the corner by the window. I or

The late afternoon wind was colder than I expected when we left the auditorium. Giulia tucked her hair behind her ear and adjusted the strap of her backpack on her shoulder. We walked side by side, our rhythmic footsteps echoing across the nearly empty campus.I didn't know why I had invited her to walk with me to the parking lot. Maybe because, for the first time in a long time, I wanted to prolong a conversation. I wanted to hear more of her voice — calm, soft, but with a hidden firmness that seemed to come from someone who had already carried a lot for her age."So…" I began, trying to sound casual as I looked at the ground, "why medicine?"She smiled, looking ahead, her eyes shining with the reflection of the sun already hiding on the horizon."That's a fair question. I've always liked children, but what really made me choose was…" she took a deep breath, as if gathering courage to continue, "when I was little, I had cancer."

The rain in London never seemed to end. Outside, the droplets fell with an almost hypnotic rhythm, tapping against the huge windows of my room. My parents' mansion was silent now — or maybe it was me feeling displaced inside it, too big, too cold.I closed my laptop with a sigh. The anatomy and physiology pages were still open, but my brain had given up hours ago.My phone vibrated beside me, the last message of the night blinking on the screen:Giulia: "Good night, Noah. See you tomorrow!"I smiled to myself. She had this effect on me — a kind of unexpected lightness. Not that I would admit that anytime soon.I set my phone aside and stood up. The wooden floor creaked under my bare feet as I walked to the bathroom. The tired face in the mirror looked older than I really was. Eyes slightly red from hours of reading and pretending to be interested in something that didn't make sense inside here.I brushed my teeth mechanically. I washed my face with cold water. Even with all of that, m

I was already at the coffee shop before she arrived. I chose a table in the corner, by the window, where the soft morning light filtered through the raindrops. The smell of fresh coffee and cinnamon bread filled the air, warming my chest in a strange, almost familiar way.When the door opened and the bell chimed, my eyes went straight to her. Giulia adjusted her scarf with one hand while holding her phone in the other. It was funny how she always seemed so distracted by the world around her, yet so present at the same time."Good morning," I said when she approached, raising my hand slightly in greeting."Good morning," she replied with that smile that seemed to light up even London's grayest days.She took off her coat and settled into the chair across from me. I ordered two cappuccinos before she could even look at the menu."So, survived the first official week of classes?" I asked, resting my elbow on the table.Giulia let out a soft lau

I enter the mansion after coming back from the gym, a small hobby I keep just to spend a little more time outside this house. The loud music still plays in my headphones as I climb the stairs to my room, close the door, leaving my clothes on the floor along the way, and step into the shower.I take some time thinking about everything that happened this week.The chance to paint again, even if for just a few hours, the encounter with Giulia and the way she appreciates something that for me is a dream and for my parents is just a hobby. Am I crazy to think of her as something more than a friend? Completely crazy.My parents would never accept it.They expect that at any moment I'll choose someone from London's high society. Someone with the right pedigree to carry the Calahan surname and inheritance, exactly how my mother was chosen. My parents didn't marry for love, but money united two powerful families, and soon I'll have to do the same.I step out of the shower with no desire to go