All Chapters of A New Babysitter and the Billionaire Widower: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The sky was gray that Monday morning, but it wasn't the weather that made everything heavier. After the fight with my father the night before, sleeping had been impossible. Even with exhaustion, my body refused to relax — as if everything inside me was on high alert.I got ready on autopilot. Dark jeans, black t-shirt, leather jacket. I grabbed my backpack, shoved my phone in my pocket, and left the house without even going through the dining room. Avoiding my father was a priority.The drive to university was silent. The radio off, my thoughts too loud for any music to compete. The scenes from last night kept replaying nonstop: Giulia looking at me before she left, saying she didn't want to cause trouble. The goodbye kiss. The feeling that something important was moving away from me.And now, as I walked across campus, everything felt strange. Gray. Cold. Without her.I walked into the anatomy lecture hall expecting to see her in her usual spot &md

The clothes were scattered across the bed, spread out as if waiting for me to make a decision I still didn't have the courage to make. A few t-shirts, two pairs of jeans, a hoodie, a toiletry bag — that was all I would need for a weekend away. Or maybe for something more, if I really had the courage to follow my heart.I sat on the edge of the bed, my elbows resting on my knees, staring at my phone screen as if it could tell me what to do. Giulia's last message was still there, simple, but loaded with silence:"I arrived safely. Good night, Noah."I didn't reply. I kept waiting, hoping she might send another. That she'd say more. That she'd ask how I was after everything. But she didn't. And now, after two days, I was here, with a half-packed suitcase and a tight chest, wondering if she still thought about me or if I had just been a short chapter in her life.The click of the doorknob pulled me from my thoughts. My mother walked in with a tray, smil

She left the hospital with her hair tied up carelessly, her eyes focused on the ground, and her bag slung across her body. She walked slowly, like someone saying goodbye to a place that was more than concrete and walls — and I knew it truly was.My heart was beating so hard I thought the flowers in my hand might be shaking because of it. I was sweating, even though the late afternoon brought a cooler breeze. My legs wanted to run to her, but I was stuck there, waiting. Waiting for her to see me.And then she saw.Giulia's eyes met mine, and time seemed to rewind like in an old movie, where everything takes on a different color. She stopped walking. Literally stopped. Her gaze ran from the flowers to my face, and back to the flowers. Her mouth half open, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't."Hi," I said, almost breathless.She blinked, as if needing to confirm I was real."Noah?" she whispered, still not moving."It's

The soft click of the door closing behind us echoed like a silent signal. I turned slowly, my heart racing, my hands sweaty. The room was dimly lit, illuminated only by the soft light coming from the balcony. Noah stood a few steps away from me, with that look that made my entire body vibrate.When he walked toward me, I felt the air grow thin between us. His touch was gentle at first, his large, firm hands settling on my waist. Our lips met with contained urgency, as if we were on the verge of something sacred. His kiss was warm, deep, slow. My fingers tangled in the collar of his shirt, pulling him even closer.The way he kissed me… it was as if he was afraid I might disappear.His hands slid down my back until they found the hem of my blouse. When he pulled it up, I felt my skin goosebump under his gentle touch. His fingers traced my body as if discovering every centimeter with devotion, as if I were made of something rare."You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough, his g

Saturday dawned with that good smell of sun coming through the window and clean sheets. It was my day to breathe. The week had been crazy with classes, endless readings, and practical exams. But curiously, I felt more alive than ever.I stretched my legs on the sofa, a mug of hot tea in my hands and my phone balanced on my shoulder. Isa's voice came through the speaker, animated and hurried as always."So you've become a grown-up now, is that it? College, work, a boyfriend… and here I am making glitter posters for History homework!" she grumbled, laughing."Glitter posters are a classic, respect them," I teased, laughing. "And don't exaggerate, Isa. I'm still trying not to freak out about so many new things. But, look… it's been better than I imagined."I sighed, letting my body sink into the cushions. The apartment was starting to look like home. The blue blanket I bought at a little fair covered part of the sofa, and Noah's paintbrushes we