Semua Bab Beneath The Billionaire’s Mask: Chasing The Nanny: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Penelope walked into the dining room that morning, feeling slightly anxious. After what had happened the previous night, she wasn’t sure how to act around Brayden. Would he bring it up? Would he pretend it never happened?She had barely slept, replaying the moment over and over in her head. The way he had kissed her. The way she had responded. The way she had asked him to leave.Now, as she sat down, she immediately felt the cold tension in the air.Brayden was already seated, his expression unreadable, his posture stiff. He barely acknowledged her presence, his gaze focused on his plate as he ate with an air of irritation.Penelope hesitated before taking her seat, casting a quick glance at Mrs. Giovanni, who was sipping her tea calmly, pretending not to notice the awkward atmosphere. Anya was swinging her feet under the table, humming softly to herself as she played with her food.Penelope swallowed, picking up her fork. Maybe she was overthinking things. Maybe—“You’re late,” Bra

As they stepped out of the mansion, the cars were already lined up in front, waiting to take them to the airport. Brayden walked ahead, his cold demeanor evident in the sharp way he moved. Penelope followed behind with Anya, keeping her head down, still confused by his sudden change in behavior.The trip here had been different. She had sat beside Anya and Brayden, and though he wasn’t overly warm, he had at least acknowledged her presence. But now, it was as if he wanted nothing to do with her.Just as she reached the car, she was about to open the door to the back seat when Brayden’s voice stopped her.“Sit in the front.”Penelope froze, blinking in surprise.“What?” she asked, unsure if she had heard him correctly.Brayden didn’t even look at her. Instead, he turned to the bodyguard sitting in the front passenger seat. “Take another car.”The bodyguard hesitated for a second but then nodded and stepped out, heading toward the other vehicle.Penelope stood there, staring at Brayd

Inez stirred awake, her body aching with exhaustion. A dull pain throbbed at her side, a reminder of the mission she had completed earlier that day. It hadn’t been an easy one. She had pushed herself past her limits, and now her body was making her pay for it. Her limbs felt heavy, and her head pounded slightly as she blinked against the dim light of her room.She rarely allowed herself to rest this much. Normally, she was up before everyone else, ensuring that the mansion was running smoothly. But today was different. Today, her body had given her no choice but to slow down.The bullet wound which Mariana, her sister had helped her treat before she returned home, Hurts like hell.She couldn’t remember the last time she had sustained a bullet wound in a mission in many years.A sharp knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts.“Inez?” A voice called from the other side. It was one of the younger maids, her tone hesitant but concerned.Inez

The cars pulled into the grand driveway of Brayden’s mansion, their tires crunching against the gravel. Outside, Inez stood with a few other maids and bodyguards, waiting to welcome them back. Though she tried to maintain her usual composure, there was a noticeable paleness to her face. She still wasn’t feeling well, but her sense of duty kept her standing there.As Brayden stepped out of the car, Anya immediately ran to Inez with a bright smile. “Inez! We’re back!”Inez forced a small smile, patting Anya’s head gently. “Welcome home, Miss Anya. I hope you had a good trip.”Brayden’s sharp eyes flickered over Inez, taking in her sickly appearance. He gave her a nod before saying, “See me in my study in a few minutes.”“Yes, Mr Giovanni,” Inez replied softly, bowing her head slightly.Meanwhile, Penelope climbed out of the car, dragging the luggage behind her. She barely had time to adjust her grip before Brayden walked past her as if she didn’t exist.

Brayden quickly composed himself, his grip on the door tightening. The moment he saw Penelope standing there, an unsettling wave of emotions surged through him—panic, irritation, and something he refused to acknowledge. But he wouldn’t let himself react. He refused to give her that satisfaction.Instead, he brought his phone back to his ear, pretending as though he was still on the call. A smirk played on his lips, and his tone turned low and teasing as he spoke into the phone, his eyes never leaving Penelope’s face.“Oh, really? You think I’m that charming?” he murmured, chuckling as if he were truly engaged in a flirtatious conversation. “Well, I suppose I’ll have to prove you right over dinner.”“Do you have an idea of what we should do after having such a romantic dinner?” He asked after a while of silence, acting as though someone was replying at the other end.“Since you don’t, then this is it. I’ve made reservations at a top notch hotel. After d