《Taming the Arrogant Billionaire》全部章節：第 101 章 - 第 110 章

Savannah's POVThe ranch came into view just before sunset.For most of the drive I had sat quietly in the back seat with my forehead against the window, watching the city shrink into highways and the highways dissolve into open road. Buildings gave way to trees, trees to open fields, and the familiar shapes of home, barns, fencing, the farmhouse like a small promise on the horizon slowly filled the glass. Usually, seeing the ranch made something inside me loosen.Tonight it made my chest ache. I had told myself I would feel relief the moment I crossed the property line. Instead, the second I saw the fields and the farmhouse, everything I'd been holding together since leaving Julian began to crack.I pressed my lips together and looked down at my hands. Don't cry, I told myself. I had managed

Julian's POV Standing in front of Savannah felt harder than walking into any boardroom I’d ever entered. There were no documents between us, no lawyers, no numbers to hide behind, just her and the uncomfortable truth that if I wanted her to understand why I had failed her, I would have to show parts of myself I had spent most of my life keeping locked away. She stood a few feet away with her arms folded, watching me the way someone watches a storm approach. I could still hear her father’s last words before he left us alone: Try. Maybe he’ll surprise you. I wasn’t sure who the surprise was meant for, her or me. “When my father came to my office about the leak, I was angry,” I began. I turned to face her. “You know what I did afterward, but you don’t know what was happening in my head.” “He came in already convinced the timing was suspicious. He saw us together at the gathering. He saw me bringing you into that world and acting like…” I stopped, searching for the right word. “Like

Julian's POVThe diner was nothing special, which was exactly why I liked it. No valet. No reservations. No host pretending not to recognize me while obviously recognizing me. Just cracked vinyl booths, laminated menus, and coffee that smelled strong enough to strip paint.Savannah relaxed as soon as we walked in. Her shoulders dropped. The careful look she had worn since the ranch finally loosened. For once there were no cameras, no whispers, no one waiting for us to fail in public.We were just two people getting dinner.I hadn't realized how badly I needed that until the waitress filled our mugs and called us both "honey." She didn't care who I was. She cared that I was blocking the sugar caddy with my elbow.Savannah peered over her menu. "You look confused.""There are pictures in the menu?"She laughed, and something tight in my chest eased."I've eaten in diners before," I said. "But I never paid attention to pictures in menus.""Well, they have always been there... you might h

Savannah's POVComing back to the city felt different this time.Maybe because I had chosen to come. Maybe because Julian hadn't pressured me. Maybe because somewhere between the ranch, the diner, my father's speech, and the shower, something inside me had loosened enough to give this place another chance.Still, the second we stepped into the apartment, something felt off.At first I couldn't place it. The silence seemed heavier somehow, and then I started noticing the little things. A faint scrape marked the side of the coffee table. One of the couch cushions looked newer than the others. The decorative vase that had always sat near the window was gone.I slowed, letting my eyes sweep across the room while Julian kept walking as though nothing h

Savannah's POVFor a few seconds, the world narrowed to the space between us and I forgot how to breathe.He said it once, paused, and then said it again."I love you, Savannah."Hearing him say it twice only deepened the shock. Part of me still didn't quite trust that I could have this and keep it. They were words I had waited for without ever believing they would come so plainly. My hands remained on his shoulders, while everything inside me fell silent and still.I had imagined so many possibilities with Julian: arguments, awkward attempts to understand what our marriage really meant, and the slow, uncertain work of learning each other. I had pictured him telling me that he cared, that he wanted me to stay, or that whatever had begun as a contract had become something he could not bear to lose. I had never imagined this moment, with him saying those three words after everything we had been through.He watched me as the silence stretched, the softness in his eyes steady but edged wi