Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 70

Chapter 70 +25 Bonus I woke to the warmth of the Castorian sun on my face, a sharp contrast to the cool morning breeze. For a moment, I kept my eyes closed, soaking in the peacefulness wrapping around me. Christian's body was pressed against mine, his heat a comforting shield against the world. Then I noticed something strange-voices. Several voices, speaking rapid Valentian, close by. My eyes flew open, panic crashing over me like a bucket of cold water. We were still in the vineyard, completely exposed! A quick movement beside me told me Christian was already awake.

He had tossed his torn shirt over me, covering me only barely. "Good morning," he said, sounding annoyingly calm for someone who'd just been caught sleeping naked in the middle of his vineyard by his workers. "Christian!" I hissed, tugging the shirt higher to cover more of myself. "There are people here!" He smiled, a half-amused grin that, in any other situation, would have melted me on the spot. "Yes, I noticed.

The workers arrive at dawn to tend the vines." "And you're perfectly fine with this?" I demanded, mortified, as I tried to spot my lingerie and dress without revealing more of myself. "After their initial shock when they saw us, no one dared come closer," he replied, running a hand through his tousled hair. "They're actually keeping a respectful distance." I craned my neck and saw he was right. A few rows away, men and women worked quietly among the vines, deliberately avoiding looking in our direction.

"Why didn't you wake me so we could leave?" I asked, still struggling to process just how humiliating this was. Christian reached out and brushed a strand of hair from my face with surprising tenderness. "Because you were sleeping so peacefully," he said simply. "I couldn't bring myself to disturb you." Something in his gaze disarmed me completely. He seemed different this morning-more open, more vulnerable somehow. "I was dreaming," I admitted, heat rising up my neck. "Something good." "With me in it, I hope," he teased, leaning closer.

standing, he called out loudly in Valentian, utterly unbothered by his half-naked state. His authoritative voice echoed through the vineyard, and at once, the workers moved even farther away. "What did you

to restore some dignity to my wine- 1/3 Chapter 70 +25 Bonus and dirt-stained dress. "You really never lose your composure, do you?" I asked, watching him button his shirt as effortlessly as if nothing had happened. "Not in public," he replied, his intense look reminding me that last night, in my arms, his composure

before. But the moment we reached the entrance of the estate, my good mood evaporated. Isabelle Kensington was

his posture shifting into the one I recognized from the CEO of Kensington Wineries. "Mother," he greeted her coolly. "I didn't know you were here." "I arrived last night," she

as she reached us, her expensive perfume nearly suffocating." Life doesn't stop, even during... improvised vacations." The way she said "vacations" made it clear she didn't consider our marriage worthy of a proper honeymoon. 1

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