A New Babysitter and the Billionaire Widower のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

Sitting at the table, I couldn't take my eyes off them.Giulia alternated between giving Serena small spoonfuls of soup and taking a bite herself, her hair falling over her face at times, which she pushed back with a delicate gesture.It was strange… and yet familiar.Watching the way she looked at our daughter — with so much care, so much attention — stirred something in me that I couldn't explain. She looked tired, even exhausted, but still, every movement she made was full of love.When we finished, Giulia picked up the plates and said, almost reflexively:"I'll clear the table."I stood up before she could take a second step."Let me do that," I said, taking the plates from her hands. "You've already done so much."She hesitated for a moment, then nodded with a small smile."Then I'll give her a bath," she said, adjusting Serena in her arms. "You can come later… the bathroom is at the end of

Friday dawned with the smell of fresh bread and the buzz of the city waking up. Friday was always the busiest day at the café — the offices in the area let their employees out early, and tourists filled the streets of Madrid looking for charming spots for photos and snacks.As soon as I arrived, I found Vicente with his apron half twisted and a desperate smile on his face."Good morning, Giu!" he said, almost shouting over the noise of the coffee machine. "You won't believe the line that formed before we even opened.""I believe it…" I laughed, tying my apron. "Friday is always an adventure."I started running from one side to the other, taking orders, checking tables, helping at the register. The smell of cappuccino and cinnamon filled the air, mixed with the sound of conversations in several languages and the doorbell that wouldn't stop ringing.I felt alive in these moments. The rush distracted me, made me forget for a few mo

We climbed the steps of the old building, and each step seemed louder than usual. My heart beat hard, fast, as if I were running. Giulia stopped in front of the apartment door, searched for her keys in her bag, and gave me a quick, almost shy look."Are they home?" I asked, noticing the light under the door."Yes… Isa stayed with Serena after the park. My father went out to take care of some things, but he should be back later."She opened the door, and the familiar scent of home filled my senses. A light fragrance of baby powder, mixed with something sweet and fresh. It was simple, welcoming. The wooden floor creaked under our feet, and the late afternoon light came in through the balcony, illuminating the room with a golden glow.In the center of the room, there she was.Serena, sitting in the colorful playpen, playing with a cloth toy, with those chubby little hands and irresistible cheeks. As soon as she saw me, her little brown eyes spa

The studio on the third floor of the gallery was bathed in that soft late-afternoon light, filtering through the large windows and illuminating the walls filled with canvases and brushes. The dense smell of oil paint mixed with the fresh air coming through the open window, creating an atmosphere of restless calm. I held the brush, but my eyes weren't focused on the canvas in front of me — they were lost in thoughts that kept swirling in my mind.Giulia and Serena. Those two lives had suddenly taken up an enormous space inside my heart and in my routine. Every memory brought a pang that mixed joy and pain, hope and fear.As I mixed the paints to create a perfect shade of blue, I reflected in silence: how could I fit these two people into my life, which until now had seemed so chaotic, but also so lonely? It was a challenge I didn't know if I was ready to face.But I couldn't run anymore.The teddy bear I bought that morning, hidden in the bag on the

The drive to the restaurant felt too short. The city was still alive around us, but for me, everything was silent. Every word from the doctor still echoed inside my head, mixed with the sound of the engine and the racing rhythm of my heart.Noah parked in front of a Spanish restaurant with a charming facade, red awnings, and sidewalk tables decorated with pots of lavender. He got out first and opened the door for me, always gentle, as if wanting to remind me that he was there, that he wasn't going anywhere anymore.We sat at a table in the back, more private, and the waiter brought the menus. I tried to focus on the options, but the food felt distant. All I could think about was the possibility of Serena being sick, the fragility of my little one, and the overwhelming guilt threatening to suffocate me."Giu…" Noah's voice broke my reverie. "I know you're worried."I nodded slowly, pressing my lips together."I can't stop thinking… wha