Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 647 Gwen's POV Waking up for real was different from just opening my eyes. The first few days were hazy. Fragmented. Consciousness coming and going in uneven waves. | remember voices. Blurred faces. Pain that seemed to radiate from everywhere at once. | remember Nick holding my hand. Christian telling me to stay calm. Doctors asking questions | couldn't fully process. But now, five days after | first woke up, | was finally clear. | was still weak and in pain, but present and aware. | understood where | was and why. Private hospital. Private room. Car accident.

The pieces had come together slowly. Christian and Zoey were sitting in the chairs beside my bed when | opened my eyes that Tuesday morning. "Good morning, sleepyhead," Zoey said with a soft smile. "How are you feeling today?" ---- "Like | flipped a car," | replied, my voice still hoarse and thin. "Oh wait. That's exactly what happened." Christian gave a faint smile. "Your sense of humor's back. That's a good sign." | tried to shift in bed, but every movement sent waves of pain through my body. My left arm was immobilized. My ribs protested. My head throbbed.

Zoey immediately stood and carefully adjusted the pillows behind me. "Easy," she instructed gently. "You're still recovering from major surgery. Don't push it." | accepted her help with quiet gratitude, finally managing to sit ina tolerable half-upright position. "Where's Nick?" | asked, glancing around like he might be hiding somewhere. "He went to Montelira to check on a few things," Christian answered calmly. "But he's been here every day. Multiple times a day, actually. He's practically been living here." | smiled faintly at that. ---- "IL know," | admitted.

would sit here for hours. Just... holding your hand. Talking to you." Something tightened in my chest. Warm and aching all at once. "Montelira," | repeated, processing. "Why did he go there?" Christian and Zoey exchanged a quick look. The kind of look that screams we have news. "What?" | pressed, tension creeping in. "What happened?" Christian exhaled and pulled his chair closer to the bed. "There was a

was hurt. Bella and Martina were sleeping in the opposite wing. They got out safely. The guests too." ---- | took a slow breath, trying to absorb it. "How bad is the damage?" "Significant," Christian admitted honestly. "But we're already handling the reconstruction. Architect, contractor, everything's in motion." "Where are Bella and Martina now?" | asked immediately. Zoey

murmured, picturing Bella splashing around on the terrace. "Nick agreed after a little resistance," Christian added. "I told him you'd want that. That you'd want to know they were well taken care of." "Of course | would," | said without hesitation. "Of course." | fell quiet for a few seconds, absorbing everything. "There's more, isn't there?" |

Estate is joining the Kensington Group as an associated line. 'By the Kensington Group' will appear on the label, but the brand keeps its own identity." | blinked. "You did what?" "He came to me before your accident," Christian explained calmly. "Asked for help growing the estate. He

that while | was unconscious?" | asked, caught between disbelief and reluctant admiration. Zoey laughed. "See?" she teased. "Sometimes the world doesn't collapse when you stop micromanaging every detail." | rolled my eyes, which was a mistake because pain shot ---- through my head. "Ouch," |