All Chapters of My Student's Billionaire Father: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

As our lips part, Liam looks at me with a newfound intensity. He traces my lips with his thumb before leaning in and kissing me again. This time, the kiss is deeper, more passionate, as if a dam has burst between us. I run my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to me. He tastes like wine and warmth, and I can feel the tension between us build with each passing moment. Even before I feel his hands roam my body, I can already feel him hardening against me, and it’s only making my desire ignite in response. So, I moan softly into his mouth, especially when his hands slip under my shirt and caress my skin. He lifts me up and carries me to the bed, never breaking the kiss. He lays me down, his fingers deftly unbuttoning my shirt. I look at him, impatient. He is being very careful, unlike the previous times we made love. “Liam, what’s wrong?” I finally ask. “What do you mean by ‘what’s wrong’?” he asks, placing a kiss on my cheeks. “You are acting weird.” “How so?” “You...”

Liam’s fingers trace the curve of my belly. The light from the lamp flickers, casting shadows on our entwined forms as we lay wrapped in a soft cashmere blanket. “Are you sure you want to help me with the family business?” Liam asks, his deep voice resonating with concern. “I mean, you are a few months pregnant. I don’t want to burden you.” I smile warmly, placing my hand over his. “I want to help, Liam. You said it yourself. The business means a lot to you.” He sighs, uncertainty clouding his eyes. “It’s not that we need the money. Champion Music is doing well, but... I just can’t let our family businesses go.” Liam turns away from me, staring into the dancing flames as if seeking answers. “My great-grandfather built this company from the ground up. It has been passed down through generations, each of my ancestors adding their own piece to the legacy. I don’t want to be the one who fails.” I listen intently, seeing the weight of responsibility pressing down on him. There are five

Liam and I sit on the plush seating of a high-end restaurant that’s nestled in the center of the city. The place exudes sophistication and elegance, with its interior design boasting of modern décor with soft lighting and tasteful artwork. “Are you really sure we should meet your friend in this place? I think the office is fine.” Liam grins as one staff ushers us into one of the private booths. “Well, Nico is... hmmm, has a distinct taste for these things. The food here is also to his liking.” “This place looks like they only hire renowned chefs...” Liam kisses my temple and says, “Which is exactly what he likes.” As we settle into our seats, a server approaches us with a menu and recommends their specialty dishes. Liam orders for us, saying that he knows all of Nico’s favorite meals. Once the server leaves, he turns to me. He takes my hand across the table and plays with it while gazing at me. “What is it?” I ask. “I’m wondering. Since your mom is back at home, should we spend

The morning sun trickles into the spacious office, casting a warm glow over the mahogany bookshelves and plush leather chairs. I inhale deeply, savoring the scent of fresh coffee mingling with the faint aroma of old books. I stand beside Nico as Liam introduces us to the business managers. “Please welcome Nico and Cassie as they take care of the remodeling of our current business model,” Liam says with a smile. “They are ready to dive in and make some much-needed changes,” he adds while gesturing for everyone to take a seat. I share an excited glance with Liam before addressing the employees, “Nico and I have already drafted proposals on how to improve things and help the business thrive,” I say. “All we need is to polish it before the implementation, something that we will be working with you. Suggestions will be welcome,” Nico adds. “Excellent,” Liam comments, his gaze meeting mine. As we settle into our chairs, I can’t help but marvel at how far our relationship had come since

The sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the town. I stand with Liam on the balcony of our rented beach house, taking in the breathtaking view as I bask in the warmth of his embrace. “Have you thought about the name of our child?” he asks. “Not yet,” I say, leaning my head on his shoulders. With each passing day, our relationship is just getting stronger. It feels wonderful. I feel like I am at an all-time high in my life. And I wonder when this will all end. “Did I ever tell you about my father?” Liam asks suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between us. I shake my head, curious about where this sudden change in conversation is headed. “No, you haven’t. What was he like?” He squeezes my body and buries his face in my hair. Afterward, he whispers, “He was a hardworking man, dedicated to his family and the businesses. But he was also incredibly stubborn and resistant to change. Every time things go downhill, he refuses to adapt, insist