All Chapters of One Weekend with the Billionaire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Daisy POV By the time I reached my apartment in Quezon City, my body felt heavier than it should. Every step up the hallway felt delayed, like my exhaustion had finally caught up with me all at once. My hand was still slightly trembling when I unlocked the door. The moment I stepped inside, silence welcomed me. Real silence. Not the kind that felt peaceful, but the kind that made everything you were avoiding catch up faster. I closed the door behind me and leaned against it for a second, eyes shutting briefly as I exhaled. My body ached. Every muscle reminded me of last night in a way I didn’t want to think too deeply about. I pressed a hand lightly against my lower back and immediately regretted it. Just the thought of him tightened something in my chest. I walked slowly inside, dropped my bag on the couch, and stared at the ceiling for a moment. Sleep. That was all I wanted. Just a few hours of rest. Nothing more. Nothing complicated. No thoughts. No memories. I reached

Daisy POV The next morning, the sky was still dim when she started getting ready for work. Her movements were quiet, automatic, like she was running on habit more than rest. The exhaustion from yesterday still lingered in her body, but she pushed through it anyway. Yesterday, when she arrived at the hospital, she never really left. She stayed the entire time, refusing to go home because she wanted to make sure her dad was okay. Even when her brother and her mother told her there was nothing to worry about that her father’s condition was already stable. She still couldn’t fully let go. There was something about hospitals that made time feel fragile. For example, if you looked away for too long, something could change without warning. She finished tying her hair and grabbed her bag, pausing briefly before leaving her room. “Mom, please keep me updated about Dad’s condition all the time,” she said softly. “Of course, just be careful when you leave. Call me once you arrive at your

Liam POVThe moment her body went limp against the desk, something inside me snapped back into place.The mess I’d almost created.I tightened my hold around Daisy before she could slide off the edge of the desk, steadying her carefully against my chest. Her breathing was uneven, warm against my neck, and her fingers still clutched weakly at my shirt like she needed something solid to keep herself grounded.For a few seconds, neither of us spoke.The room was silent except for the sound of our breathing and the faint hum of the air conditioner overhead.I closed my eyes briefly.What the hell was wrong with me?Twenty-four hours.That was all it took for me to completely lose control.I had spent the entire night imagining the worst possible scenarios. Her disappearing without a word had crawled under my skin in ways I didn’t understand. I’d been angry, terrified, restlessAnd when she finally walked back into my office looking exhausted and teary-eyed, every emotion I’d buried explod

Liam POV The entire drive from the office to my penthouse was wrapped in silence. Not the comfortable kind. The heavy kind. The kind that settled between two people when too many things had been left unsaid. I kept one hand on the steering wheel, my gaze fixed on the road ahead, but my awareness was entirely on her. Daisy sat quietly beside me, her body angled toward the window as city lights passed across her face in fleeting flashes of gold and shadow. She hadn’t said a word since getting into the car. Not one. And that silence unsettled me more than any argument could have. Normally, Daisy always had something to say. A question. A protest. A sharp little remark whenever I pushed too far. But tonight… Nothing. She was too still. Too quiet. I tightened my grip on the wheel. I didn’t know what she was thinking. And that bothered me more than I wanted to admit. My mind kept replaying what happened earlier in my office. The way she looked at me. Th

Liam POVMorning light slipped quietly through the curtains, pale gold stretching across the bed and brushing against her skin.I stared at the ceiling for a long moment, one arm resting behind my head while the other stayed dangerously close to her waist.Too close.The room still carried traces of her soft perfume mixed with the warmth of tangled sheets and fading tension. Everything about last night lingered around me like smoke I couldn’t escape from.And the worst part?I didn’t want to escape it.My gaze slowly shifted toward her.Daisy slept peacefully beside me, curled slightly onto her side, her hair scattered across the pillow in messy waves. Her lips were parted just enough for soft breaths to slip through, and every rise and fall of her chest pulled something tighter inside me.She looked unreal.Too soft for someone who had completely ruined my self-control.A bitter laugh almost escaped my throat.I had spent years mastering restraint. Years learning how to keep people a