Semua Bab A New Babysitter and the Billionaire Widower: Bab 171 - Bab 180

Giulia's hands trembled, and I couldn't tell if it was from the night cold or the weight of what we were feeling. She still had that look that took my breath away — half guilty, half hungry, as if she wanted to run and at the same time throw herself into my arms."You know I can't…" she began, but her voice faded when my hand slowly slid up her thigh.The heat of her skin burned under my fingers. I couldn't stop. Every inch I moved up, every held breath between us, was a silent challenge. Giulia bit her lip, and I felt the whole world narrow until it fit inside that moment.I leaned forward, forcing her to lean back. With a firm movement, I wrapped her legs around my waist. She gasped, surprised, but didn't push me away. On the contrary — her hands grabbed my shirt as if she never wanted to let go.The kiss came as if we were drowning and desperately needed air — hot, intense, hungry. My mouth moved against hers without thinking,

The door closed behind Noah, and for a moment, the apartment fell too silent. His scent still lingered in the air — a mix of soap, coffee, and something warmer, more personal. I shook my head, trying to ignore the shiver that ran down my neck. Serena, however, seemed perfectly at ease, sitting on my lap and playing with a plastic spoon Noah had left on the table."I think it's just you and me now, little one," I said, pressing a loud kiss on her cheek. "Let's make this place feel a little more like ours?"I spent the morning walking around the apartment, observing every detail. It was organized, but in a practical, masculine way. The kitchen had neatly arranged cabinets, and the fridge was already stocked with things he had bought for Serena's diet. In the corner of the living room, near the window, was the new crib Noah had set up the night before — still with that fresh-out-of-the-box wood scent. I bent down and adjusted the lilac blanket he had chosen, r

The steam from the coffee machine filled the room with that warm, welcoming aroma that always made me think of home. The café had grown quieter after the busy morning rush. A few customers still occupied the tables near the windows, with their notebooks and distant gazes, but overall, the pace had slowed. It was the perfect moment to take a deep breath and finally have that well-deserved break.Isa came to the counter carrying two steaming cups, balanced on a tray as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She sat down across from me, and I let out a satisfied sigh."I needed this," I murmured, wrapping my fingers around the warm porcelain.She smiled, that calm smile that always seemed to bring me back to center."Coffee saves more than therapy sometimes."We laughed together, and for a few seconds, the silence between us was comfortable, filled only by the clinking of spoons stirring the dark liquid. Then, Isa opened the folder she had left on the table, full of quotes and s

The television illuminated the living room in soft hues, reflecting off the walls I had known since childhood. It was strange to be back at my parents' house after so long, as if that place had stopped in time, waiting for me. The sofa, the rug, even the smell of freshly brewed coffee from the kitchen… everything wrapped me in a silent embrace.But in that moment, nothing seemed more important than the warm, sweet weight of Serena in my arms.She was nestled against my chest, nursing slowly, as if the whole world were just this: the two of us, bound by a connection that even memory couldn't take from me. Breastfeeding her again had been unexpected. In the first few days, I thought my body wouldn't remember, that seven months of distance would have erased that possibility. But it didn't. As if there were a deeper memory than any other, stronger than forgetting. My breasts began producing milk again, and Serena seemed to instinctively understand that this was our

I drove the entire way with a good kind of anxiety, the kind that burns in your chest and makes your breath catch every now and then. Giulia looked out the window, distracted, while Serena slept in the back seat, her serene little face reflecting the soft light of the late afternoon. It was the perfect moment to reveal what I had been holding onto for weeks, the secret I had planned with so much care.When the car entered the condominium where her father lived, I noticed the surprise in Giulia's eyes. She turned her face to me, raising an eyebrow, as if wanting to ask why we were there. I smiled sideways, without answering, and just kept driving. We weren't going to her father's house. I had a different destination, and I wanted to see her reaction."Noah…" she called, with that low voice that always undoes me. "What are we doing here?"I squeezed her hand over the gear shift and glanced at her quickly before turning my eyes back to the road."Trus