All Chapters of The Billionaire's Biggest Regret : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Nicole's pov I walked out of the director's office, leaving Andre standing there without another word between us. My feet carried me straight back to my own office and the moment I stepped inside, I began pacing left and right, my mind racing to find a way to slip out of the hospital without running into another crowd of cameras. A worried thought crept up on me. What if the reporters had somehow found out about the apartment we had been staying in? What if they had already dug that far?The fear settled deep in my chest, and I decided right then that I needed to leave, and fast. I walked to the window and peeked through the blinds, my eyes scanning the entrance below. My stomach twisted. They were still there, a cluster of them, cameras hanging from their necks, some pacing, some standing with their phones raised.I grabbed my phone off the desk, meaning to call David, but my thumb stayed over his name for a long moment before I set the phone back down on the table without dialin

Nicole's pov "That's daddy," Jayden said, his small finger still resting on the drawing. I looked at Emma for a brief second, then turned back to face him. "Jayden," I said, and paused. I didn't know what to say next. The words got caught somewhere in my throat. "Jayden, you know daddy isn't with us," I finally said, searching for the right way to end this conversation before it went any further. "He's in heaven." Jayden turned his head to look up at me, his small brows pulling together in confusion. "Mommy, where is heaven?" he asked, resting his little hand against my arm. I stayed quiet for a moment, unsure how to answer, and glanced at Emma, silently hoping she would know what to do. This was the first time Jayden had ever asked about his father. That question scared me more than anything else. But I already knew what I had to do. I would never tell him his father was alive. I would never let him meet David, not now, not ever. It was safer this way, safer for both

Nicole's pov “I called the reception desk number over and over, but no one answered.” The voice came from behind me again. My heart suddenly started beating faster. I knew that voice.I quickly lowered my face, pretending to be busy with something on the desk, careful not to turn around."I'm so sorry, I have a customer here," the receptionist said quickly, her hands fidgeting nervously on the desk."That's not an excuse," the voice behind her snapped, sharp enough that a few nearby guests turned their heads.The person behind me had turned to leave, but a moment later he came back, walking toward me instead, his footsteps steady against the tile."I'm so sorry for the interruption," he said.I slowly turned to look at him, my heart still beating fast from earlier. I was already expecting the worst, but it wasn't Andrew.It was the hotel manager. He was dressed in a dark suit, with an apologetic look on his face and his hands folded in front of him.I let out a long breath of relief,

Nicole's pov Andre slowly stood up from his chair. For a moment, he just looked at me.Then he leaned closer and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead.I froze for a second.I looked up at him, completely caught off guard. I didn't know what to say, so I quickly looked away.Andre stepped back and gave me one last look before turning to leave.I watched him walk away, staring at him for a moment before looking down at my food again. I didn't want to do anything that could give him the wrong idea.I picked up my fork, but after a few seconds, I put it back down. My mind kept going back to everything Andre had said, leaving me unsure of what to do next.I pulled out my phone and found David’s number. I tapped the call button and waited for him to answer.“Can you meet me at a restaurant? I’ll send you the address,” I said before ending the call.When David arrived, he found me sitting alone. I had barely touched my food, and my fork was resting on the plate."Hey baby, how are you doing

Nicole's pov David smiled as he slowly lowered his hand beneath the table. His fingers moved closer to my lap before his hand finally came to rest there.The man looked at me for a moment, a small smile forming on his face.“Thank you again for saving my child,” he said.I couldn't find the right words, so I simply smiled back at him.What if I hadn't agreed to the surgery that night? What if it hadn't gone well? Would he still be sitting here, trusting David with everything, if things had turned out differently?The man adjusted his suit and glanced toward David. "Let's fix a day to sign the papers properly."David simply nodded. A small smile appeared on his face. Under the table, his hand moved slightly against my lap, his fingers shifted gently.I pressed my hands flat against the edge of the table. His fingers moved, and I suddenly flinched, knocking my bag off the seat beside me. It hit the floor with a soft thud.David quickly bent down and picked up the things that had fallen