All Chapters of Hold on, Mr billionaire. : Chapter 71 - Chapter 75

The morning air was crisp and cool, the kind that hinted at the season shifting. I’d woken up thinking about last night—how Adrian had surprised me with that rooftop dinner, how his kiss had left me feeling things I wasn’t ready to admit yet. The sunlight poured through my apartment window as I stared into my closet, trying to find something that felt... right. Professional but not too stiff, approachable but not too casual. My fingers skimmed over a sleek navy blazer and matching trousers. Paired with a white silk blouse, it felt polished yet comfortable. A few curls framed my face as I tucked my hair back into a loose bun. Gold hoops and a simple watch completed the look. If Adrian was going to throw any surprises my way today, I wanted to be ready. By the time I stepped into Langston Corp’s glossy lobby, the hum of the office was already alive. The sound of heels clicking against polished floors, the muted chatter of employees, and the faint scent of fresh coffee mingling wit

The soft hum of the city filtered through the large windows of Adrian’s penthouse. Dinner had been perfect, but sitting here now, across from Adrian, I couldn’t shake the sense of unease that crept in when I allowed myself to think too much. It wasn’t just Ethan’s sudden reappearance or the chaos at work. It was Adrian himself—the way he looked at me, the way he seemed to see past every wall I’d carefully constructed. “You’re quiet,” he said, leaning back in his chair, his dark eyes studying me with quiet intensity. I shrugged, swirling the wine in my glass. “I’m just tired. It’s been a long day.” “Liar.” The word was soft, teasing, but it made my breath catch. He was too good at this—too good at seeing through me, and I wasn’t sure if I liked it. “What makes you think I’m lying?” I asked, meeting his gaze with more defiance than I felt. His lips curved into a slow, deliberate smile. “Because you’ve been fidgeting since the moment you sat down. And because I know you, Be

The morning air buzzed with the sound of city life as I stepped out of the car in front of Langston Industries. The weight of my looming decision still pressed heavily on my chest, but the memory of Adrian’s gentle reassurances from the night before gave me a strange sense of calm. We had shared something unspoken, a connection that felt raw and genuine despite the uncertainties we faced. I knew I had to make a decision soon, but for now, I let myself savor the warmth his words had left behind. Adrian was already in the office when I arrived. I spotted him through the glass walls of his corner office, his posture rigid as he spoke into his phone. He looked like the embodiment of control, his tailored navy suit hugging his broad shoulders as he gestured sharply with his free hand. His focus was magnetic, the kind of energy that demanded attention without trying. It was moments like these that reminded me why Adrian Langston was so revered—and feared—in the business world. But I a