Your Lips to Mine #4: The Billionaire's Heartbeat のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

I hadn’t expected it to happen this way. I didn’t know what I expected, honestly. The days had been moving by in a blur of responsibilities, emotional highs and lows, and a strange kind of tension between James and me that neither of us knew how to navigate. I had been so caught up in my role as his doctor, as his confidant, that I never allowed myself to truly confront the growing feelings that had started to creep in—until now. I was in my office, finishing up a report when I received the text from James asking if I could meet him in his office. I didn’t think much of it. He’s been slowly getting back to his routine after his recovery, and while I’ve been trying to maintain my distance professionally, I know he still needs me in ways that aren’t just physical. He’s been more open with me lately, a side of him I didn’t know existed. But even as I stepped out of my office, I couldn’t shake the strange feeling building in my chest. A quiet unease, a flutter of nerves. When I reach

The world had a funny way of reminding you that no matter how hard you tried to keep your life in balance, there was always something or someone ready to tip it all over. For me, that someone was Derek Sullivan. I hadn’t heard from him in a while. To be honest, I’d hoped that he had moved on, that the business war he’d waged against James was just a chapter in his life he’d closed. But Derek didn’t close chapters. He rewrote them, manipulated them, and used them to his advantage. It was a Monday when I first saw the news. I was sitting at my desk, going through my usual rounds of patient check-ins, when my phone buzzed on the table. The headline caught my eye immediately: “James Carmichael’s Personal Doctor Involved in Scandalous Affair with CEO: A Web of Deception?” I felt the color drain from my face as I clicked the link, my fingers trembling. The article was a carefully constructed web of half-truths and insinuations, painting a picture of James and me that was both false and d

I never imagined that I would see James like this—so stripped of the walls he had so carefully constructed around himself. I had always known him as strong, decisive, and more than capable of handling whatever life threw at him. He was the type of man who could command a room with a single glance, someone whose mere presence made others take notice. But now, sitting across from me, I could see the cracks in that façade. The man who had always kept his emotions locked away, hidden behind the polished image of success, was slowly allowing me to see the person beneath the armor. It started with a simple conversation, one that wasn’t meant to carry the weight of everything that followed. But in that moment, as we sat together in my office, everything felt different. I had just finished checking his vitals, the usual routine, when he caught my eye. There was something in his gaze, a depth to it that I hadn’t seen before, something raw and unguarded. It was like he was finally allowing me

The days leading up to our first official date were filled with a strange mix of anticipation and hesitation. For once, I couldn’t predict what was coming. I’d been so careful for so long, guarding my heart, keeping things professional. But now, with every word, every touch from James, I was forced to acknowledge that something had shifted. Something I couldn’t ignore. Something I didn’t fully understand. I was nervous, but it wasn’t the kind of nervousness I was used to. It wasn’t the cold, clinical nervousness I got before a presentation or an important meeting. This felt different. It was warmer, a fluttering feeling deep in my chest every time I thought about him. And when I thought about tonight—our first real date—I felt a strange mixture of excitement and fear, the kind you get right before jumping into the unknown. I hadn’t really thought about what a first date with James would look like. Everything about him seemed so complicated, so layered, that trying to imagine him in

There are moments in life when everything shifts in the blink of an eye. A conversation, a decision, a glance across a room—small moments that seem insignificant at the time but end up being the pivot upon which everything else turns. That’s how it felt, in a way, when James’s business empire hit another obstacle. This time, however, it wasn’t just him facing the storm alone. I was there, right beside him, offering my advice, my support, my insight—and in a way, I think I was starting to become more involved in his world than I had ever imagined. It wasn’t that I had actively sought out this role. I never set out to be a part of James’s business, never aimed to insert myself into the complex web of decisions that seemed to come with running an empire. But as the challenges mounted, so did my understanding of him, of his world, and of the pressures he carried. And somewhere along the way, I found myself becoming more than just a passive observer in his life. It had started innocently