A New Babysitter and the Billionaire Widower のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Giulia was lying on her stomach on the living room rug, drawing with markers scattered everywhere. The afternoon sun streamed through the white curtains, casting soft shadows on the walls, and for a moment, everything seemed calm. As calm as my life had been able to be lately.I sat on the sofa, watching my daughter's small, focused movements. She bit the tip of her tongue while trying to draw a perfect heart, and I found that absurdly beautiful. Delicate. Almost fragile."Daddy?" she called without lifting her face."Hmm?" I replied, already feeling that a difficult question was coming. She always had one of those stored up."Do you think Mommy would have liked Isa?"The question cut through me like a very thin blade: quiet, but deep. I felt the air escape my lungs before I could formulate anything. I stood there, frozen, looking at my daughter as if she had just asked me something impossible to answer. Because it was, in a way."I think...

The smell of fresh coffee guided me to the kitchen before I even fully opened my eyes. Still a little dazed — but in a good way, that kind of exhaustion that only comes after an intense night — I went down the stairs with a stupid smile on my face.I wasn't the kind of man who smiled for no reason. But today... well, today I had a very good reason.Isa.My feet barely touched the last step, and as I approached the kitchen, the sound of voices reached me."No, Giulia, not like that, sweetheart... otherwise it'll all fall off the spoon. Slowly... There! See how you can do it?" Isa's voice was soft, patient.I leaned against the doorframe for a second, just watching. Isa was sitting next to Giulia, helping my daughter eat yogurt from a bowl with unicorn drawings on it. The two were laughing. Giulia with her mouth stained with strawberry. Isa with her hair tied in a messy bun, wearing a loose t-shirt — one of mine, I noticed with a pa

The sound of Carmen's heels echoed discreetly in the hallway as she approached my office. The woman had a firm, maternal way about her that always calmed me, as if she were an anchor amid the chaos my life sometimes became.I was sitting behind my desk, twirling a pen between my fingers, staring at the computer screen without really seeing it. My thoughts were far away — very far away.On Isabella.On Giulia.On us.Carmen knocked on the wooden door before entering with her usual efficiency."Mr. Benites, I brought the contracts for you to review before tomorrow's meeting."I nodded, accepting the folder she handed me. But she didn't move to leave.Her attentive eyes, already marked by years of life and wisdom, studied me carefully."Is everything all right, Miguel?"I sighed, dropping the pen on the desk."No, Carmen," I confessed, my voice lower than I intended. "I don't know what to do."She

The clock showed seven-forty in the evening. We were late, even though no one but me knew it.I walked through the living room for the third time, ran my fingers through my hair, stopped in front of the entryway mirror, and adjusted my shirt sleeve once more. Navy blue. Dress shirt, with the first button undone. Nothing too formal, but elegant enough not to look unprepared. Or at least that's what I hoped.I sighed.My last date had been with the woman I loved for nearly a decade. Elena. She wore a sea-green dress and smiled all night as if the world were still hers, even with her body tired from illness. Back then, I pretended to be strong. Like a sandcastle trying to face a tide of pain. She left days later. And I drowned.Since then, there had been no room for candlelit dinners, no nervous smiles before going out. There was only grief, alcohol, loneliness, and finally, the silent battle to start over.And now... now there was Isabella.A sweet, strong woman, with rare patience and

Light filtered softly through the gaps in the curtain when I opened my eyes. The first sensation was warmth — not the sun's warmth, but the warmth of the body beside me. Miguel's calm, deep breathing filled the silent space between us. My face was pressed against his chest, and his arms still wrapped around me as if he feared losing me during the night.I smiled without meaning to.It wasn't a dream. I was really here. With him. In his bed.Last night felt like a movie I wanted to watch in slow motion. From the restaurant, the touch of hands, the glances that lasted longer than expected… to the kiss. To the surrender. The way he looked at me — as if he saw me completely. As if he wanted to keep every piece of me.I ran my fingertips over the skin of his arm, feeling the