Semua Bab A Night With The Billionaire (English): Bab 21 - Bab 30

"Look, I don't want to get married yet. I still have a lot to do in my life, and becoming your wife isn’t my priority. You don’t really know me that well, you don’t know much about my life, and the same goes for me with you. We’re the same," I felt like I was explaining things to a five-year-old."Why?" He kept looking at me. "I’m not a freeloader. I can give you a life, I can even support you, so why not?"I stared at him, still in disbelief at what he was saying. "I’m not getting married for convenience, you think this is just some stomach ache? I want to know the man I’m going to marry.""Then do as you please." Does this guy always have an answer for everything? Every time I say something, does he have a rebuttal? Is that how businessmen are, never giving up?"I want to get married to the man I love," I said, and he fell silent. Ha! Got him. See, I can shut him up after all."Then you can love me," he r

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked sharply as I walked into Kei’s private room. “Why did you come here of all places?”He stood up and pulled out a chair for me. I sat down immediately and grabbed the coffee in front of him—didn’t even finish mine earlier. The second I found out he was here, telling people I was his wife, I rushed over. Flash would probably be proud of how fast I got here.“This is the address you gave me. That’s why I came here. Have you forgotten, wife?” I closed my eyes in frustration. Thank God we were inside a private room. My hand moved on its own and smacked him.“What the f*ck—ow!”“You’re so annoying! What do you mean ‘wife’?!” I shouted, smacking him again. “I swear, if you don’t shut up, I’m gonna punch you!”“Wait, wait—” he backed off a little, just enough to avoid another hit

"First rule: you have to wear this ring." I nodded and slipped the ring onto my finger. He smiled."Good. Second rule: you can't tell anyone about this deal. Understood?" I nodded again."Third rule: for the next six months, you can’t be associated with any other man. Do you have a boyfriend?""No. That’s fine with me. Proceed," I replied, and he nodded."Fourth rule: you can't fall in love with me." I almost laughed at what he said, but I held it back, worried I might offend him."Okay, got it."We were currently in a private room of what he claimed to be his favorite restaurant. I expected it to be some luxurious place since, well, he looked like someone extremely wealthy. But I was a little surprised when we came here. It seemed like he was a regular—everyone, even the waiters, knew him the moment we walked in."Okay, I’m done. You can start with yours," he said. I took out my mini notepad. I had written dow

"No..."I was awakened by soft whimpers coming from somewhere nearby. Slowly, I opened my eyes and was greeted by the darkness of the room, lit only by a small lampshade. I wasn’t used to sleeping in such darkness.I got up, slipped on my slippers, and stepped out of the room, curious about where the whimpering was coming from—it sounded like someone was in distress. I was about to go downstairs when I noticed Ravi’s door wasn’t fully closed. I walked toward it slowly, intending to shut it, when I heard something from inside.“No, please, no.” I froze. Was that sound coming from him?Instead of closing the door, I pushed it open gently. The room was dim, illuminated only by the moonlight seeping in through his open sliding window.“Ravi?” I whispered as I approached his bed. He didn’t respond. Only half of his face was visible, so I couldn’t tell whether he was awake or as

“Keith Sky! How many times do I have to tell you that Family Day means no work? Do you not value this family?!” Mom’s voice echoed through the entire dining room. I slowly put down the phone I had been holding—I’d been reviewing an email my secretary had just sent.“But Mom, this is important. I need to handle this matter so that everything’s settled by tomorrow,” I tried to reason with her.“That can wait for a day, Kei. Now stop browsing and eat with us—focus, please,” she said firmly, then continued slicing her steak.Today’s Sunday, and Mom has always believed that family should come first. Both she and Dad agreed on the rule that Sundays are strictly for family—no work, no excuses. I get their point. They're both CEOs of their own companies, far busier than I am, yet here they are, sitting and having breakfast with us.“I’m sorry,” I said sincerely as I tu