Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 45

Chapter 45 The hospital lighting was merciless, that bluish-white glare that seemed to drain all life and color from people. I walked down the sterile corridor carrying a small thermal bag with a carefully wrapped sandwich and a thermos that felt heavy in my hand. The hours since the ambulance had left were a blur. After the initial shock, my mind had gone into autopilot. I'd called the hospital reception, confirmed that Joseph had been admitted, and decided that staying alone at the mansion, spiraling in my thoughts, wouldn't help anyone.

I found Christian exactly where the receptionist had said-in the waiting room of the cardiology ward. Sitting alone on one of the plastic chairs, elbows on his knees, his hands buried in his now completely disheveled hair. His once impeccable suit was wrinkled, his tie gone, the first buttons of his shirt undone. He looked so... human. I approached quietly, sitting down beside him without announcing myself. Christian lifted his head slowly, red, tired eyes widening in surprise when he saw me. "Zoey," he murmured, his voice hoarse as if he hadn't spoken in hours.

"What are you doing here?" I set the bag down in the space between us. "I brought you something to eat." I pulled out the wrapped sandwich. "Figured you wouldn't leave this place, not even to get food." A fragile smile, barely there, ghosted across his lips. "Thank you, but I'm not hungry." "You need to eat," I insisted gently, unwrapping it for him. "You won't help your grandfather if you faint from hunger." Christian took the sandwich, staring at it without really seeing it. "How is he?" I asked, keeping my voice low.

"I don't know exactly." He drew in a deep breath, dragging a hand down his face. "They're running more tests. Apparently it was a severe angina episode." I pulled the thermos from the bag. "I brought this too. Thought you might need it." He glanced at it, but shook his head. "Not even coffee will go down right now. But... thank you." A small smile tugged at my lips as I unscrewed the lid. "Who said it's coffee?" The look of surprise Christian shot me was worth every second it had taken to track down that thermos in the mansion's kitchen.

45 +25 Bonus "It's against hospital rules," he said, but he took another sip anyway. "Good thing I disguised it well, then." We

eyes briefly, as if weighing how much he could reveal. "Yes," he admitted at last. "He went to see a specialist in Ravona. One of the best

another sip of the drink. "He doesn't want to seem weak in front of the family, the competitors, the investors. The old Kensington pride." A bitter smile crossed his face. "Only I and his personal doctor know the full extent of the problem." The realization hit me like a

actions. "I had no idea," I murmured. "I'm sorry for... for assuming the worst." He shrugged, but without his usual air of calculated indifference. "How could

He didn't need to. "He wants to formalize the transfer of the winery," Christian went on after pulling himself together. "To officially pass control to me while he's still able to oversee the transition." "That doesn't sound like a problem," I said,

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