All Chapters of An Affair with the Billionaire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

While searching for clothes from the previous night, she wandered into the master bedroom and noticed a new row of wardrobes. Opening one, her eyes widened at the sight—an extensive collection of women's clothing.She pulled out a few pieces, unable to believe what she was seeing. Every garment, from undergarments to outerwear, fit her perfectly. The designs were simple yet elegant, made from soft, luxurious fabric. But the most striking were the blouses and dresses, each looking meticulously crafted.Emerald chose a white dress with a green floral pattern, soft and fresh-looking. It fit her like a glove—no more, no less, as if tailored precisely for her body. There was no way these clothes were made overnight.It hit her like a ton of bricks—during those nights together, Alaric had memorized her measurements, committing every detail to memory. Just like Ethan, Alaric had been planning for her all along.Emerald rushed to the orphanage, finding the place in utter chaos. A group of thu

Alaric chuckled softly, “Is that what you call thanking me? Even the grandma at the village gate is more enthusiastic than you.”At that, Emerald hooked her arm around his neck and kissed him firmly with her red lips. Since that night at the Altitude Hotel, the two hadn't been intimate again. They were like embers that had never fully gone out, just needing a slight breeze to ignite again. And it would burn even hotter than before.Emerald could clearly feel her desire for this man. It wasn’t about love, just pure, instinctual need. She missed a man—more precisely, she missed Alaric’s body. He had won this game. After tasting him once, Emerald craved more and more.Their lips and teeth intertwined, like two obsessed lovers. The tension between them grew uncontrollably, making Emerald forget where they were—until the car suddenly stopped, forcing them to pull apart. Emerald’s body fell forward but was yanked back into his arms with great force.The young driver, trembling with fear, st

Honestly, his self-control was quite impressive. He hadn’t made any moves in the past few days. In fact, sometimes it was Emerald who had more thoughts about it.Biting her lip, Emerald hesitated to speak.Sensing her discomfort, Alaric asked softly, “Is everything alright?”“It’s just... a bit much.” Emerald stammered, gesturing helplessly with her hands.It was rare to see Emerald like this—flustered and embarrassed. Alaric smiled as he looked at her. “What’s wrong?”“It might... stain your pants.” Emerald muttered softly, stammering.Alaric chuckled lightly. “Why are you so nervous? It’s just a pair of pants.”“That’s not what I meant. It’s just... very messy.” Emerald avoided his gaze, her voice dropping to a near whisper.Alaric placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.“There’s nothing dirty about your body.”Emerald blinked in surprise, finding it hard to believe. She thought men were usually uncomfortable with this kind of conversation. Suddenly, Emerald felt herself getting heavi

Half an hour later.When Alaric went upstairs, he found Emerald on the terrace, speaking softly on the phone."I really don’t have a choice. I need the money. Can you come by tomorrow for a house inspection? There’s a place closer to the kindergarten that’s available for rent... Alright, let’s finalize it then."After hanging up, Emerald stared at her phone, lost in thought. Her face reflected a mixture of sadness and hesitation.Alaric waited for her to snap out of her thoughts before he approached her."Did you have the cake?"Emerald turned to him, quickly masking her sadness. She smiled gently, her pale complexion glowing softly. Her voice was sweet, with no trace of sorrow."No, I was waiting for you."Alaric walked closer, staring into Emerald's smiling face. "Anything you want to ask?"For instance, why Ethan called him 'uncle,' or the reason for his visit.Emerald’s smile widened. The soft light from the wall lamp highlighted her face, making her glow even more. But her aura r

Emerald hadn’t expected Iris to give her such a lecture."I’m your friend, and Gio’s your friend too, so there’s nothing to be embarrassed about."Emerald had long noticed who Gio really was. There weren’t many people with the last name “Corrigan” who could casually drive expensive cars like they were toys. Why would someone like him help move his girlfriend’s friend’s belongings?But to her surprise, Gio arrived promptly, and Iris smiled, "Let’s head back to your apartment. The strong guys are on their way."Emerald swallowed. Had she been wrong in her assumptions? Not all rich people were like Ethan. Maybe some were genuinely kind?Soon, Gio arrived. As Emerald packed up her clothes, she heard a lively voice, "Teacher Greene, this painting is beautiful! Could you sell it to me?"Another voice responded, low and calm, "Are you here to help or to rob?"Emerald paused mid-zip and looked up. Their eyes met.Alaric was there, wearing a pair of sports shorts. His loose black T-shirt, dam