All Chapters of Rebel Billionaire's True Love : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I left Penelope momentarily, moving to the bathroom to start filling the bath with warm water, infusing it with a hint of lavender for relaxation. When I returned, she was sitting on the bed, her eyes fixated on the ring adorning her finger. Her expression was one of deep thought, and I could tell she was beginning to overthink everything. I leaned down and kissed her nose gently. "Nope, you can't do that," I said playfully. "Only one of us in this relationship can be panicky, and that's my job." She echoed my words, a hint of wonder in her voice. "This relationship?" I grinned, feeling a surge of happiness at acknowledging what we had. "Okay, now let's get in the bath. I know I smell amazing right now." She burst into laughter. "Yeah, next time, start with the shower first, considering you were already covered in sweat before we started all that." I felt self-conscious at her words, even as she giggled. It was a momentary discomfort, but it lingered in the back of my mind. We he

As Penelope lay resting, I realized I needed to address the pressing issue of the money I had at the hospital. I glanced at her, noticing the faintest stir of movement, indicating she wasn't entirely asleep. Clearing my throat softly, I asked in a low, cautious voice, "Penny, do you remember the money I had with me at the hospital? Any idea where it might be now?" "It's in my bag, outside pocket," she had mumbled. Her bag. The same place where her phone was. The thought hit me like a wave. That phone contained the answers to the questions burning in my mind, the endless stream of messages between her and Fisher. Part of me recoiled at the idea of snooping through her personal conversations. Was I really that kind of person? Was I willing to breach her trust just to satisfy my own insecurities? But another, more insidious part of me whispered rationalizations. It would be quick, just a glance to put my mind at ease. Maybe I could squash this gnawing anxiety without ever having to con

After I dressed in pants and a shirt, I paused in front of the mirror in my room. My reflection revealed a body regaining its former definition, resulting from my recent return to physical training. My eyes were drawn to the scar on my torso, a stark reminder of the surgery I had undergone. It had started to fade to a lighter shade, less angry. Strangely, I appreciated it. It symbolized survival, a mark of what I had overcome. Paper in hand, I headed to my office, a technological sanctuary where my mind found peace amid chaos. I flicked on the switches as I entered, and the room flared to life. Monitors glowed into existence, and holographic displays hovered in the air. The screens displayed various data, from financial graphs to global market trends, each vying for my attention. With its advanced tech and real-time data feeds, this room was the nerve center of my empire. It allowed me to process and analyze the overwhelming amount of information needed to steer the company daily.

As I quietly slipped out of Penny's embrace, the neon numbers of the clock reading 4:15 am glowed in the darkness. I paused, savoring the peaceful sight of her sleeping. Resisting the urge to shower — an action becoming more of a compulsion than a necessity — I headed towards my office instead. I knew there, amidst my technological sanctuary, I could delve into work without disturbing her slumber. The office in our city penthouse starkly contrasted the one at the estate. Here, the technology was cutting-edge, a testament to my relentless pursuit of perfection and control. As I entered, the room came to life, the overhead holographic projector and rows of screens lighting up, enveloping me in a sea of data and virtual imagery. This was my realm, where I could drown in the endless information streams and momentarily escape the complexities of emotions and relationships. Each screen told a different story, and each data point was a piece of the puzzle I was trying to solve. The latest,

We headed to the pharmacy, a quiet air between us, filled with unspoken thoughts and a newfound understanding. I could feel Penelope's calming presence beside me, a comforting reminder of our conversation with Dr. StClaire. Inside the pharmacy, the mundane task of collecting my medication felt odd. I didn't usually handle these things on my own. I reached for the prescribed anxiety meds, feeling a twinge of resistance but knowing it was necessary. As I handed them to the pharmacist, I caught a glimpse of the condom aisle. On impulse, I walked over and grabbed a box. Penelope watched me, a playful glint in her eyes. "Just in case, huh?" she teased, a smile tugging at her lips. I shrugged, feeling a little bashful but firm in my decision. "Just in case you change your mind, you know, options," I replied, trying to sound casual but aware of the deeper implications of my choice. She chuckled softly, her eyes warm with affection. "Always thinking ahead, aren't you, Wyatt?" she said, he