Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 651 Gwen's POV My discharge took longer than | wanted. Ten days in the hospital. Ten days of tests, physical therapy, and doctors checking every last detail before they finally cleared me. But now | was leaving, for real. Nick helped me into the car with exaggerated care, like | might shatter with one wrong move. "I'm fine," | assured him for the tenth time. "You can relax." "You literally came out of a medically induced coma a few days ago," he shot back, reaching across to fasten my seatbelt himself.

"I'm going to keep being careful, thanks." | smiled despite the frustration simmering under my skin. | hated feeling fragile The drive back to the apartment was quiet and smooth. Nick drove slowly, avoiding potholes, keeping the conversation light. When we pulled up in front of the building, the doorman hurried over. "Miss Kensington!" he greeted me with a warm smile. "It's so ---- good to see you back. We were all worried." "Thank you, Carl," | said, genuinely touched We took the elevator upstairs. Nick still had a steady hand on my arm, as if | might collapse at any second.

He smiled, but there was something odd about it. He unlocked the door and pushed it open slowly. The second | stepped across the threshold- "Surprise!" The shout exploded from inside the apartment. | jumped, actually jumped, and a sharp ache shot through

bouncing in place. Martina discreetly wiping away tears. Paula smiling softly. And then, to my complete shock and overwhelming emotion, my mother was sitting on the couch. Beside

cheek. "I took the first flight out." Grandpa approached more slowly, leaning on his elegant cane. "Gwen," he said in that raspy voice | had known my whole life. Always getting yourself into trouble, huh?" ---- But his eyes were shining with unshed tears. | leaned in carefully