All Chapters of A New Babysitter and the Billionaire Widower: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I woke up before the alarm went off.That wasn’t exactly unusual — sleep had been slipping away from me more and more over the past few months. But that morning, something felt different. Maybe it was the smell of coffee drifting from the kitchen, or the soft sound of Isabella’s voice humming a children’s song. Or maybe it was just that quiet restlessness I’d been feeling ever since she arrived — a silent presence slowly filling spaces that had once held nothing but absence.I walked downstairs slowly, still without my tie, my shirt buttons slightly uneven. The kitchen was bathed in the warm light of the morning sun. Isabella stood with her back to me, her hair tied in a loose bun, her floral apron slightly crooked against her slim frame. Giulia sat at the table, swinging her little legs while drawing something with colore

I watched Giulia sleep for a long time after putting her to bed. She was still holding her new little book against her chest, her long eyelashes resting on her flushed cheeks. She looked so peaceful it almost hurt to think about how much that peace had cost.Especially for her.I closed her bedroom door quietly and went downstairs, knowing Isabella was still awake. The smell of tea drifted from the kitchen, mixed with the soft sound of dishes being put away. The sound of ordinary life that, somehow, now calmed me.She looked up when I walked in. Her hair was tied in a loose bun, she wore an old shirt she usually kept for home, and her eyes — always her eyes — were attentive and kind.— Tea? — she asked, lifting the kettle.I nodded with a small smile and sat at the table.— Chamomile?— Lavender — she said. — Good for a tired soul.I thanked her with a small gesture and stayed quiet, holding the warm cup between my hands.I didn’t know how to start. I had never been good with words th

The sky of Seville was beginning to darken, painting the late afternoon with soft orange hues. I watched the calm sway of the leaves in the yard from the kitchen window, while the steam from my cup of tea warmed my hands.Giulia had fallen asleep early, tired from the commotion of the past few days — and perhaps also feeling, even without understanding, the turmoil hanging over the adults around her.Miguel had locked himself in the study after putting her to bed. I knew he needed space. Maybe I did too.But my heart felt tight.So tight that the only thing I could do was grab my phone, slip on my sandals, and go to the guest room where I was sleeping — where, somehow, I had been trying to maintain an imaginary boundary between my life and theirs.I sat on the edge of the bed, pulled the blanket over my shoulders, and dialed the number that had always given me some kind of grounding. My mother's number.She answered on the third ring.— Isa? Are you okay, sweetheart?— Hi, Mom... yes,

The door to the conference room closed behind me with a muffled click. The sound should have brought me relief — one more successfully concluded meeting — but all I felt was the growing weight of exhaustion. I ran my hand through my hair, loosening my tie, and headed straight to the hallway leading to my office."Mr. Benites?" Mariana's voice, one of the assistants, intercepted me before I could turn the doorknob. "Sorry to interrupt, but... your daughter's nanny is at reception."I stopped instantly."Isabella?" I asked, feeling a sudden chill run down my spine. "Did something happen to Giulia?""No, sir... At least, I don't think so. I tried to tell her she could come back later, but she insisted. She's quite... shaken."I didn't hesit

The house was silent, as if it knew I needed some peace. Giulia had already gone up to her room with Isabella, and I stood still in the living room for a few minutes, keys still in hand, staring at nothing. Isa's bag was leaning against the sofa, Giulia's on the floor, with one of her toys escaping through the zipper. A normal scene. Familiar. But something inside me wasn't.I sat down in the armchair by the window. The late afternoon light painted the room in warm golden tones. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. The smell of food still hung in the air — a remnant of the restaurant we'd been to earlier. It had been a good lunch. Giulia laughed, Isa was charmed by the stories I told about my grandmother... and I found myself watching Isa more than I should have. Not with the eyes of an employer. Not even as a friend. It was something... different. Something dangerous.The way she listened to me. The way she smiled lightly, even when talking about difficul