A New Babysitter and the Billionaire Widower のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

The sun was still rising timidly when I came down the stairs and found Miguel already in a light dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and Giulia finishing her cereal with her feet swinging in the air. He looked at me with that calm smile and handed me a cup of coffee as if it were an old habit between us.We were getting used to this — to the shared routine, to the small gestures."Are you ready to face the world, señorita?" he teased, adjusting Giulia's backpack."I don't think I've ever been," I replied with a half-laugh, grabbing my bag.The drive to school was light. Giulia chattered in the backseat about her science presentation, and Miguel laughed at the wild explanations she gave about planets and paper rockets. Everything should have been perfect.

The lights in the house were still soft when I came down the stairs, my heels making a soft sound on the wooden floor. Giulia was in the living room with Maria, already in her pajamas, and when she saw me, her eyes sparkled."Wow, Isa! You look like a princess!" she exclaimed, her voice high and enchanted.I smiled, nervous. The red dress with its delicate neckline and flowing fabric made me feel beautiful and exposed at the same time. Miguel came in right behind me and gave his daughter a kiss on the forehead."It'll be a quick night, my love. Maria will give you the ice cream I promised, okay?"Giulia nodded, then ran to me and hugged me around the waist. I leaned down and returned the hug warmly."Good night, my little star," I whispered, feeling

We were intertwined in the sheets as if the outside world had ceased to exist. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, gilding Miguel's skin as he smiled, his eyes half-closed, lazily and affectionately messing up my hair. I felt warm, light. Almost as if I were dreaming — but it was all real. Miguel, his touches, his low laugh, his fingers carelessly tracing my waist while the tip of his nose brushed against mine."This is dangerous," I murmured, laughing as I felt his lips graze my jaw. "Very dangerous.""Why?" he asked with a mischievous smile. "Afraid of falling in love?""I think that danger has already passed," I joked, trying to disguise the truth with lightness. The truth was that I was already completely surrendered.He pulled me even closer, our legs intertwin

The plane had just landed on French soil when I felt Miguel intertwine his fingers with mine. I looked at him with a discreet smile, trying to ignore the tightness in my chest that had been with me since we left Seville. We were there for Giulia's grandmother's birthday, and although it was a family celebration, the atmosphere was different. Just remembering Helena's mother's phone call was enough to make my anxiety pulse stronger.Giulia was between us, sleepy, her head resting on her father's shoulder. The plane taxied down the runway, and I forced myself to focus on what was essential: protecting that little girl. No matter what came, I loved her. And now, I also loved the man who held my hand so firmly.We got off the private plane and soon saw the family car already waiting for us on the runway. The driver greeted us with impeccable French, and Miguel responded in

France had always seemed romantic to me — a place of movies, dreams, and promises. But as I stepped out of the car beside Miguel and Giulia, the cold I felt didn't come from the weather. Elena's family mansion, with its meticulously pruned gardens and imposing light stone facade, felt more like a scene of judgment than of welcome.Giulia, excited as always, let go of her father's hand and ran toward her grandparents as soon as she saw them at the front door. Her grandmother, dressed in an impeccable beige tailored suit, bent down with a wide smile to receive her granddaughter, and her grandfather soon approached, showering the little girl with affection. They seemed happy to see her, and that gave me a brief sense of relief."Giulia! Mon ange, how you've grown!" her grandmother exclaimed with surprising tenderness.Miguel a