Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire's Sixty-Day Wife: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Alejandro’s POVI unlocked the bottom drawer of my desk before anyone arrived. The small velvet box was exactly where I’d hidden it. I picked it up and laughed quietly. “So… we meet again.”A knock sounded behind me. I nearly dropped the ring. Dylan leaned against the doorframe with a coffee in one hand. “You know… most people say good morning to their engagement rings.”I shoved the box behind my back. “You saw nothing.”“I saw panic.”“That’s different.”“It really isn’t.”He walked inside without waiting for permission. “I’ve been your lawyer for years. I can recognize guilty body language.”“I’m not guilty.”“You literally hid your hands.”“I was stretching.”“Behind your back?”“…Creative stretching.”Dylan laughed so hard he almost spilled his coffee. “You are impossible.”“I’ve heard that. Mostly from you.”“Because it’s true.”I sighed dramatically before placing the ring box on the desk. “There. You happy?”He stared at it. “No. I expected fireworks.”“You expected too much.”

Camila’s POVAlejandro picked me up before sunset without explaining where we were going. I looked at him suspiciously. “You’re smiling too much.”He immediately looked away. “I smile normally.”“No. You smile like you’re hiding something.”“I’m hiding traffic.”“There isn’t any.”“…Exactly.”I laughed and folded my arms. “You’re terrible at lying.”“I’ve improved.”“You really haven’t.”He placed one hand dramatically over his heart. “That hurts.”“I was aiming for honesty.”He sighed. “I walked into that.”The car followed the coastal road until I recognized the view. I turned toward him slowly. “Wait…”He kept both hands on the steering wheel. “…Don’t.”“Don’t what?”“Don’t make me emotional before we get there.”My heartbeat quietly sped up. “This is…”He nodded. “I know.”The Malibu beach stretched out before us exactly as it had the first time. Same waves. Same breeze. Same endless horizon. Only everything else had changed.We stepped onto the sand together. The wind immediately

Dylan’s POVI had argued billion-dollar cases. I’d faced judges. I’d cross-examined dangerous people. None of that prepared me for standing outside Lena’s apartment holding a ring.I stared at the door. “…I can do this.” Then I immediately turned around. “…No, I can’t.”“Dylan.”I nearly jumped out of my skin. Brian stood behind me holding two grocery bags. “How long have you been talking to the wall?”“I wasn’t talking.”“You apologized to the mailbox.”“I was warming up.”Brian nodded thoughtfully. “That’s somehow worse.”I rubbed my forehead. “Please leave.”“No. I want to witness history.”“I want privacy.”“You’ll embarrass yourself.”“I know. I don’t want an audience.”Brian grinned. “I absolutely do.”Before I could throw him down the stairs, the apartment door opened. Lena stepped outside carrying a trash bag. She stopped immediately. “…Why are both of you standing here?”Brian answered first. “I’m emotionally invested.”She looked at me. “What about you?”I lifted one hand. “

Alejandro’s POVI should’ve stayed in my office. That was my first mistake. My second mistake was believing the house would be quiet. It wasn’t. Someone yelled upstairs. Someone laughed downstairs. Brian ran past me carrying three garment bags.I frowned. “…Should I ask?”He didn’t even slow down. “No.”“Excellent. I wasn’t planning to.”“You’ll regret it.”“I probably will.”He disappeared around the corner before I could ask another question. Karen appeared two seconds later. “Did Brian come through here?”“I think a tornado did.”“Same thing.”She sighed dramatically and hurried after him. The house somehow became even louder. I looked toward the staircase. “…Maybe I’ll just…”“No.” Lena’s voice came from upstairs before I even moved. “Don’t come up.”I blinked. “I wasn’t.”“You were thinking about it.”“…That’s creepy.”“I know you.”“I hate that.”She laughed. “Stay downstairs.”“I’ll survive.”I walked toward the kitchen instead. Santiago sat comfortably at the table drinking te

Alejandro’s POVI had survived corporate takeovers. Courtrooms. Scandals. Arrest warrants. None of them made my hands shake like standing at the altar.Dylan looked at me once. Then burst out laughing. “…You’re sweating.”“I’m glowing.”“No. That’s fear.”I adjusted my tie for the eighth time. “It isn’t straight.”He stared at it. “It’s perfectly straight.”“It moved.”“It didn’t.”“I watched it.”