Semua Bab IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE : Bab 101 - Bab 110

ISLA POVI couldn’t sleep.Not a wink. Not even a second.Nathan’s eyes when he saw her… the way he held her… like nothing else in the world mattered. Like she was someone he had waited years to see. And maybe he had. I don’t know her full story, but I saw the tears. I saw how time stopped for him.And just like that, I felt like I didn’t belong.Judith was making tea in the kitchen when I finally came out of my room, barefoot and lost in thought. The clock on the wall read 2:08 a.m., and the night was silent except for the soft hum of the fridge.“You’re awake,” she said, handing me a mug like she’d been expecting me all along.I nodded and sat down at the counter.She watched me for a moment. “You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?”I didn’t need to ask who. “It’s not jealousy,” I said slowly. “At least, I don’t think it is. I just… didn’t see it coming.”Judith stirred her tea and leaned against the counter. “That woman. She looked like someone from a movie. That military posture,

NATHAN'S POV Sienna and I had been spending a lot of time together lately, more than I expected when she first walked into my restaurant after five years of silence. It was as though time had folded in on itself, bringing us back to those days when we were inseparable. But it wasn’t the same. Something had shifted in both of us. We laughed a lot. About the old days. The way I used to try and impress her with overcooked pasta and how she pretended it was the best thing she’d ever eaten. She reminded me of the time I attempted to surprise her with breakfast in bed, only to spill orange juice all over her military documents. I hadn’t heard her laugh like that since she got back, and it made something in my chest loosen. One evening, after closing the restaurant, we sat on the back patio sharing a late dinner. "Have you found a place yet?" I asked casually, sipping my wine. She hesitated before answering. "No. I’m still looking. Been staying at a hotel for now. The place I liked fell

NATHAN'S POVAfter I complimented Isla’s dress and told her how beautiful she looked, her smile lit up like the night sky. I offered her my arm, and she gently held onto it as we headed to the car. I walked to the passenger side, opened the door like a gentleman, and she stepped in with a playful smile.“Thank you, sir,” she teased.“Only the best treatment for the prettiest girl in the city,” I replied, grinning as I closed the door behind her and moved to the driver’s seat.It wasn’t a long drive, but I took my time. I wanted the night to go slow, to take it all in—her presence, her smile, and the chance to show her how I truly felt. I had been planning this night for days. I’d checked everything twice, from the wine list to the table view. I wanted it to be perfect, something she would remember.When we got to the restaurant, it was glowing with soft golden lights. Everything looked perfect from the outside. I parked the car and quickly walked around to open Isla’s door again. She

ISLA'S POV I should’ve known the calm wouldn’t last long. Something about the way Nathan held my hand as we walked out of the restaurant made my heart race, but that peace was fleeting. The night had gone perfectly—until now.It just a night, and I hadn’t stopped smiling since that dinner. Nathan had kissed me gently after driving me home, and it wasn’t just a kiss—it was a promise. But promises have a way of being tested.I had no idea that stepping into Nathan's apartment would shake me up the way it did. After the incredible dinner we shared last night, I had a strange urge to surprise him—just a casual drop-in to bring him break fast, maybe a slice of my favorite pie from that little corner bakery I knew he liked too. Something light. Something romantic. I guess I just wanted to see his smile again.Not in that awkward “Hi, I’m meeting you for the first time” kind of way. No. We had met before.She was the woman Nathan hugged warmly. I’d known there was a history between them. Na

ISLA'S POV The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting a soft glow across my apartment. I sat at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee in hand, my thoughts swirling like the steam rising from the mug. The events of the past few days played in my mind—Nathan's unexpected kiss, the lingering tension between us, and the invitation from Tasha. It all felt like a whirlwind, and I was caught in the middle, unsure of where I stood.I glanced at my phone, noting the time. I had a meeting with Tasha later today to discuss the upcoming event at her gallery. She had mentioned it briefly when we met, but now it seemed more significant. The idea of merging corporate events with creative showcases was intriguing, and I couldn't help but wonder how Nathan would fit into this world.As I sipped my coffee, I thought about Nathan. He had been distant lately, his usual warmth replaced with an air of mystery. I couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding something, something important. But wha