All Chapters of The Billionaire's Mistake: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Nathalie woke up with the same ceiling she had been seeing every time she opened her eyes. "Ugh," she groaned when she felt her head splitting in half. Why is it that she feels her whole body aching as if a ton of weight is put on her head? "You are awake," Nathalie glanced at the man and was a little stunned to see who that voice belonged to, "Ch-Chairman," she said. The old man sat on the couch beside her bed and smiled at Nathalie. She could not go and greet him properly in her state. "You need not move, hija," he said and even held her hand with his wrinkled ones. The chairman's hand is rough and yet warm... Nathalie stared at his eyes that had been looking at her with such interest and care. "Can I ask why you're here? Where is Johannes?" She asked, remembering the incident that happened before she lost consciousness. Nathalie felt a pang of embarrassment and shame about how she presented herself in front of all those individuals. Her eyes widened, and she stared at the chair

Johannes's POV I have thought of this situation multiple times. What will I do if I see her again? Of course, I know I would be happy. I will feel reassured if I will see her just one more time. I will feel satisfied, I just know. But what will I do? I am confident of how I would feel, but not with what comes after it. Will I be obsessed like how I did before? Possessive? Arrogant? Loving? Overprotective? Caring? Ignorant? I don't... know. So as I stare at her right now, gazing at that slight smile on her face. I didn't know what to say, and I just mumbled her name. "Nathalie," it sounded strange and unfamiliar. Why? I thought I would be running to her and hugging her once I saw her, but my body did not move the way I thought it would. My eyes just stare at her as my heart beats with the untangling sensation I am feeling. Man, this is not something I should be poetic about. "Hey, miss me?" I could tell with the way she just talked right now that something had changed tho

Life is unpredictable, like a kite playing with the wind on a sunny day. If the wind is too strong, it could snap and fly away.On the other hand, if there is no presence of wind, the kite would not even take flight.The wind is its driving force to go on and soar in the sky, but what if the wind stopped blowing? Or what if the wind blew so hard that the kite could not keep up with it?Nathalie woke up sweating. Her breathing is unstable, and her heart is beating in a rhythm of a drumroll in a hot competition.She gasped as she hit her temple, hoping that the pain it causes will be greater than what she felt inside.It's still chilly as the sun is yet to rise, but the cold sweat on her body keeps on pouring. Her eyes were wet with tears as she covered herself with the soft blanket to hope for warmth from it."I'm fine. You're fine, Nathalie. It's okay," she repeated to herself like a chant. She did it until her heart calmed down and her breathing became stable.She stood up from the be

Johannes's POV It had been a week since I talked with Nathalie. After that day, nothing much changed with how we treated each other. I am her boss, and she is my secretary. "Johannes, Abuelo is coming next week. Any plans?" I looked at Clinton, who informed me of the matter, but I was confused as to why he was telling me this. Is there something important that I need to prepare for? He looked at me with equal confusion before he shifted his weight and gave me a disappointed look n his face. "I knew you were spacing out these past few days, but I can't believe you forgot... you, of all people," he said. What the hell? He simply put the folders he was holding on the table before he spoke up again, "Don't bother me for the rest of the week. I'll be having a visiting Ysabel," he said. I furrowed my brows as it was also news to me. "You made up? Damn it, Clinton, she's still married, isn't she?" I can't really understand why he's clinging onto the woman who chose another man before him

Johannes's POVI had always thought that women were weak creatures. Though my mother is often an exception to that belief. After all, there are times when she's even bolder than my own father, who grew up underthe wings of my grandmother. That was what I thought about the woman, but my whole perception changed when I met Nathalie Taylor. A woman brave enough to shoulder her family's burden since she's the elder sibling. A womanbrave enough to stand shoulder by-shoulder with renowned men and even givesthem a great impression, I never saw her cry, nor was she afraid unless it's about her brother, who's long gone now. It was a tragedy that I would never forget even if a century passed; And all those assumptions about. As a bold, prideful, and strong woman, Nathalie was already proven that it was hard for me to imagine her trembling. Her hands shake while she looks at me with such sad and scared eyes. The music at the party was so loud that I could barely hear her whimper. I would no