All Chapters of Your Lips to Mine #2: The Billionaire's Secret Garden: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The morning sun had barely risen when Sophia opened Petal Haven for another busy day. The bell above the door jingled softly as she pushed it open, inhaling the earthy scent of fresh blooms. The warmth of the shop embraced her, a comforting contrast to the crisp air outside. Her hands moved deftly, arranging tulips into a vibrant display near the front window. The shop had seen an influx of customers lately, and Sophia was grateful for the steady business. Still, she couldn’t shake the subtle pang of absence she felt whenever she glanced toward the corner of the shop where Alexander often lingered. But she quickly brushed the thought aside as she prepared for the day ahead. The chime of the door startled her from her thoughts, and she turned, expecting a regular customer. Instead, her heart skipped a beat when she saw Helena step into the shop. “Helena,” Sophia greeted warmly, a genuine smile lighting up her face. “It’s nice to see you again.” Helena returned the smile, her

The conference room echoed with the deep, commanding voice of Alexander's grandfather. Despite his age, the older man exuded authority, his sharp gaze pinning Alexander in place like a schoolboy being reprimanded. "You disappoint me, Alexander," his grandfather snapped, his tone as cold as the steel of the high-rise building they stood in. "You're supposed to be the face of this family’s legacy, yet you’ve let a simple acquisition drag on for weeks! Weeks, Alexander! Do you have any idea how much money and time you're wasting?" Alexander stood rigid, his jaw tight, his fists clenched at his sides. He knew better than to interrupt his grandfather when he was in this mood, but the words were like daggers. "I’ve built this empire from the ground up," the old man continued, his voice rising. "And for what? To see my grandson falter over a minor flower shop? It’s embarrassing. You’re embarrassing. Do you think your competitors will wait while you drag your feet? No! They’ll take what’s

The boardroom of Kane Enterprises was filled with tension. The sleek glass walls seemed to amplify the heated voices of the unsatisfied board members. Alexander Kane sat at the head of the long, polished table, his posture upright and commanding, but his expression unreadable. The morning sunlight streaming through the windows illuminated the faces of the executives, most of whom were red with frustration. “This project is crucial for our expansion,” one of the senior board members argued, his voice tinged with irritation. “We’ve already sunk millions into preliminary planning, and every day of delay costs us more.” Another board member chimed in, her tone equally sharp. “We can’t afford to let this slip through our fingers, Mr. Kane. The landowner’s hesitance is a minor obstacle. You must convince her, no matter what it takes.” Alexander’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t immediately respond. He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers, his piercing gaze sweeping across the

As I closed the door behind me and stepped into my room, I let out a quiet sigh, trying to shake off the tension that had built up throughout the day. I tossed my coat onto the chair and moved over to my bed, sitting on the edge, feeling a strange fluttering sensation in my chest. It was like a thousand butterflies were stirring inside me, but there was a heaviness to it too, as if they were tangled in knots that I didn’t know how to untie. I rubbed my temple, trying to clear my head. But no matter how much I tried to focus on anything else, my mind kept drifting back to Alexander. The way he had smiled at me in the store, the way he’d casually teased me, and how he’d stood so close to me, making me feel like I was the only person in the room. His words kept echoing in my mind, and no matter how much I tried to convince myself it was just the heat of the moment, I knew something deeper was growing inside me. I sat back against the pillow, staring up at the ceiling, trying to make se

Alexander stepped out of the car and walked toward Sophia’s flower shop, the usual tension from his workday still lingering in his muscles. But it wasn’t the demands of his job or the endless tasks that filled his mind as he approached the shop. Instead, his thoughts were filled with her—Sophia. He couldn’t seem to shake her from his mind, and for reasons he couldn’t entirely explain, it didn’t bother him. In fact, he was beginning to look forward to seeing her at the end of every day. As he pushed open the door, the familiar scent of fresh flowers greeted him, instantly calming his restless energy. The warmth inside felt like a refuge from the cold, hard world outside, and he relished in it. There she was, standing behind the counter, arranging a small bouquet of roses. Her delicate movements, the way her fingers danced over the petals, captivated him. He could watch her for hours if he allowed himself to. But today, he wasn’t interested in lingering in the background. Today, he wan