Semua Bab Nora and Her Unexpected Billionaire : Bab 21 - Bab 30

For several seconds, Nora simply stared. The woman standing at the entrance looked just as shocked as she felt. Her hand was frozen mid-air, her fingers tightly clutching a small stack of colourful travel brochures. Then the shock melted into complete delight. "Oh my God..." she laughed, taking two hurried steps forward across the tiled patio floor. "It really is you." Nora slowly pushed her chair back, the wooden legs making a faint scraping sound against the concrete terrace. Her mind raced defensively, trying to process the sudden ambush. "..." "I don't believe this." The woman closed the remaining distance between them before wrapping her in a quick, enthusiastic hug. Nora hugged her back automatically, her body going completely stiff, her brain still struggling to catch up with the sheer impossibility of the moment. "It's been forever," the woman whispered, pulling away. "Regina?" Nora breathed. The woman pulled away completely, holding Nora at arm's length as her sha

Sunday morning arrived with the gentle sound of birdsong drifting through the open kitchen window. Nora stood in the middle of the cottage, one hand on her hip as she surveyed the living room. She'd spent the better part of an hour tidying it. She added fresh flowers she'd bought from the Saturday market now sat in a ceramic vase beneath the front window, adding a welcome splash of colour to the otherwise simple room. Lilly, naturally, had undone half her work, by throwing the folded throw blanket on the floor and was now sprawled triumphantly across it, one paw lazily batting at the tassels. "You've got impeccable timing," Nora muttered. Lilly responded with a slow blink before rolling onto her back, entirely unconcerned. A knock sounded against the front door. Right on time. Regina stood outside carrying two large paper bags and wearing oversized sunglasses pushed up into her short bob black hair. "I brought food." Nora looked at the bags. “Whoa, that’s a lot”

Arlo walked back across the narrow gravel lane toward his car, the cooling evening air doing absolutely nothing to settle the low, persistent hum in his chest. He was glad he had gone over. He had needed an excuse to see her face after a grueling week of corporate warfare. And seeing her like this—relaxed, sitting on the wooden bench in the open yard with her wild curls catching the golden light—had been worth every mile of the flight back from Venezuela. She had been wearing a light, flowing gown that drifted softly in the evening breeze. It had instantly reminded him of the very first night they met, but tonight, beneath the bleeding colors of the Mae Rim sunset, her golden, sun-kissed skin had looked devastatingly beautiful. He chuckled softly to himself as his car tires crunched against his driveway. "Fuck," he muttered, shaking his head in the dimming light. "You're completely losing it, Reeves.” The heavy teakwood doors of his villa swung open, and his head house

The arrival terminal at Chiang Mai International Airport was a chaotic sea of tourists and luggage, but Ben was impossible to miss. Standing near the glass exit doors with three massive designer suitcases, his striking blonde hair disheveled and his piercing green eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses, he looked exactly like what he was—a twenty-four-carat serial playboy suffering from severe jet lag. Ben, thirty-three, was the first and only child of the ultra-wealthy Robertson family, and he had been spoiled since the day he was born. He and Arlo had literally been friends since birth due to their families' close business relationship, naturally evolving into best friends over the decades. They were a total contrast; Ben was high-energy, a golden retriever of a man compared to the calculating black cat Arlo had always been. They were the ultimate yin and yang, and somehow, despite their differences, their friendship had never required much effort. "Reeves! Finally," Ben groaned, tos

The following morning arrived with a heightened sense of anticipation. By mid-morning, the cottage was a flurry of activity as she prepared for the evening ahead. They had all agreed to get ready at Regina’s apartment and leave for the venue together. Slipping into a casual wrap to wear for the commute, Nora gathered her garment bags and ushered Lilly into her travel tote.Today, she made use of her personal driver. Before heading straight to Regina's, Nora had the driver make a quick stop at the local grocery shop down the lane. The elderly shop owner, who had become a comforting face over the past few weeks, greeted her warmly. With a few words and a grateful bow, Nora left Lilly in her care for the night, knowing the cat would be taken care of.By the time she arrived at Regina's, Maya was already there. The apartment had been transformed into a temporary beauty station.A professional makeup artist had set up near the large living-room mirror, while a hairstylist worked through a