Todos los capítulos de Married to My Cold Billionaire Boss: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Augusto woke before sunrise.For a while, he lay silently in bed, staring at the dark ceiling and listening to Eloise’s peaceful breathing beside him. Her scent still lingered on the sheets.It should have been just another night.But it wasn’t.His skin still burned with the memory of it. Her touch, her eyes, the way her body had fit perfectly against his… Everything had been branded into him like an invisible tattoo.But trusting someone again?That would be foolish.He knew it.And above all else, Augusto Monteiro was no fool.He got out of bed without making a sound. After dressing quickly, he grabbed his keys and cast one last lingering glance at her before leaving.The image of Eloise sleeping in his bed, wearing his shirt, lodged itself in his chest like a thorn.He drove for hours without a destination in mind until the buildings disappeared in the rearview mirror and gave way to an empty highway—and eventually, the first glimpse of the coast.It was where he always went when

He set down his pen slowly and raised his eyes.His gaze was ice cold.“There is nothing to discuss, Miss Nogueira.”She blinked. Hearing him address her so formally cut like a blade.“Was it… nothing to you?”“It should have been nothing to you, too,” he replied flatly, without hesitation. “Don’t fool yourself. It was one night. A mistake. It won’t happen again.”Her heart sank. Still, she tried once more.“And my job? How am I supposed to handle being here with you?”He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. His jaw was set, his expression unreadable.“You’ll remain in your position. I don’t hire people because of personal involvement, much less because of their looks. I hire them for their abilities. Just do your job.” His voice grew even colder. “We’ll keep things professional. From now on, we only discuss work. Forget what happened. It won’t happen again.”She swallowed the pain rising in her throat.“And if… if we can’t keep the two separate?”Augusto studied her for sev

Augusto finally turned to face her, his eyes narrowed.“Eloise…”She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms.“I thought I should point it out, since you seem confused.”He took a step toward her, but before he could say anything, a knock at the door made them both freeze.“I didn’t see anything, but I could feel the drama from out here!” Thiago Albuquerque called through the door.Augusto closed his eyes, as though praying to the gods of corporate patience.Thiago walked in with a mischievous smile, clearly delighted to find them standing together.“Am I interrupting a Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet moment?” he asked, giving an exaggerated bow.Despite the tension, Eloise laughed.“Mr. Darcy might be giving Augusto a little too much credit, don’t you think?”“I was going to call him Mr. Trouble, but Darcy sounds more romantic.” Thiago winked at her.Augusto crossed his arms.“Thiago, do you need something, or did you come here to practice your comedy routine?”“I came to rescue my new

Across the city, Eloise was sprawled across the living room sofa with a tub of ice cream in her lap and a blanket wrapped around her waist. The television played at a low volume, offering the illusion of distraction while her thoughts ran in circles.“We’ll keep things professional.”“Forget what happened.”She huffed and stabbed the ice cream with her spoon as though it were his face.“Coward,” she muttered.She remembered his hand on her waist. His body pressed against hers. The heavy silence afterward. The confusion in his eyes… and the desire.Why did it leave her feeling even more unsettled?Why did she want it to happen again despite knowing the risk?Her phone vibrated.She picked it up without hurry, expecting some meaningless notification, but froze when she saw the name on the screen.A. MONTEIROHer heart raced. She took a deep breath before opening the message.AUGUSTO: I just reviewed the figures in the second spreadsheet. The conversion margin for the last quarter is mis

Eloise left his office with the same professional composure she always displayed. She returned to her desk, resumed her work, reviewed the schedule, and answered several emails as the minutes passed.At exactly nine o’clock, Augusto emerged from his office with his usual commanding presence, his steps firm and his expression unreadable. He passed her with a direct glance and a single word.“Let’s go.”He did not stop, delivering it like one more order on the day’s agenda.Eloise grabbed her purse, tablet, notepad, and water bottle, then quickly rose to follow him.They took the elevator to the parking garage, where the driver was already waiting. The door was opened for them, and they entered without exchanging a word.The journey passed in silence, with only the soft sound of the radio filling the car.The vehicle drove through an ornate iron gate and continued along an avenue lined with tall, carefully maintained trees. Soon, the imposing façade of the country club came into view: m