All Chapters of 70 Days With The Wrong Billionaire : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

NOAH'S POV My office is quiet except for the periodic scratch of my fountain pen against documents. I hear a knock and the door opens. Jane steps in, tablet in hand, posture straight as always. “Sir, the appointment for Miss Sinclair has been confirmed. Tomorrow at 10 a.m. with Madame Genevieve's team.” I lean back in my chair, the city skyline stretching out behind the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office. Papers and three open laptops cover the large desk. Contracts, quarterly projections, and the latest intelligence reports on a deal worth hundreds of million dollars. A smirk tugs my lips. "Harlan is really desperate for that market merger." I sign my name with a decisive flick of my wrist before finally raising my gaze to meet hers. "Fine. Set an appointment with his team and inform him of the date. Let’s see what he actually has to offer before I decide to crush his little empire or grant him a meeting." Jane hesitates, which is rare. I glance up, meeting her eyes. She

ARIA'S POV The key turns smoothly in the lock. I push the door open, already reaching for the light switch— And freeze. Noah sits on the living-room sofa like he owns the place, one arm stretched along the backrest, long legs crossed, dark eyes already locked on me. The late-afternoon light from the windows catches the sharp line of his jaw. He looks completely at ease. My heart jumps into my throat as my hands tighten around my portfolio bag until my knuckles turn white. “What are you doing here?” The words come out in a whispered shout. I spin toward the hallway, half-expecting Uncle Mike to appear at any second. Noah rises, fluidly. “Relax. He’s gone to visit Jeremiah.” I stay where I am, curling slightly away when he reaches for me. “So that somehow gives you the right to walk into our house?” He doesn’t answer the how. Instead, a lazy smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “I missed you— your kitten glare and that feisty little tongue of yours." My heart thumps against

“When exactly,” Mike asks, his voice deceptively calm, his face giving away nothing, “was I supposed to find out about this?” Silence settles over the room. Daisy and Aria exchange a quick glance. They didn't need words to know they were thinking the same thing. We're screwed. Aria swallows hard. “I—” “When did this start?” Mike cut in, the calm in his voice somehow making it worse. “Out of every man that had shown interesting you, it had to be Noah fucking King?” His jaw clenches. “Tell me honestly, Aria.” His eyes softened for only a fraction of a second before hardening again. “Did he pressure you? Did he manipulate you? Because if that bastard cornered you into this—” “He didn't,” Aria replies quickly. “So you walked into this with your eyes open, a friend to that slimy bastard—” “They’re not friends anymore,” Aria says, voice small. She keeps her eyes on the floor. Uncle Mike has scolded Antoine and Aline countless times over the years. But he has never raised

ARIA’S POV The tension in our living room is so thick, it almost feels impossible for me to draw breath fully. Noah came in like five minutes ago and since then the room has been completely silent. He looks unbothered by it. His hands shoved carelessly into his pockets, but his dark eyes are focused on my uncle who is facing him from the other side of the room. The air between them feels thick enough to choke on. “You’ve got some nerve walking into this house after everything floating around.” Uncle Mike finally broke the silence, his voice cold. Noah doesn’t flinch. “I came for Aria.” “Of course you did.” Mike’s jaw tightens. He takes one step closer. “Tell me something, King. Have you already find out the fucker behind this, or are you just here to play hero after the damage is done?” Noah tilts his head, smirk on his lips. "I do know. And I’m handling it.” “Who?” My heart leaps into my throat. I lean forward instinctively, my fingers digging into the cushion of the sofa

ARIA'S POV Noah stands in the entryway of the mansion, sleeves rolled to his elbows, looking like he’s been waiting. Shocking. The second I’m close enough he cups the back of my neck, his fingers tangling deep into my hair as he pulls me flush against his rock-hard chest, leaving no space between us. His mouth crashes down onto mine. Deep. Demanding. Consuming. By the time he finally pulls away, my lips are swollen, my breathing shallow, my head spinning. “You took your time, princess” he murmurs, his thumbs wiping away the smudge of lipstick from the corner of my mouth. I don’t answer. My pulse is still racing. Hard. He takes my hand leading me deeper into the house, down a short hallway into the cinema room. The lights are already dimmed. A low table holds bowls of popcorn, cut fruit, and juice. "Sit," he says, guiding me to the center lounger before dropping right beside me. “I figured you could use a reset,” he says, guiding me to one of the chairs. “After how ten