Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 602 Gwen's POV Nick led me across the property with a flashlight in his hand, lighting the uneven stone path that climbed toward the medieval tower. It was fully night now, the sky pitch black and scattered with stars in a way you only see far from city lights. "Careful here," he said, holding my elbow as we reached a steeper stretch. "The path gets tricky in the dark." "Thank you," | murmured, grateful for the help, especially with my hand still wrapped in bandages. | assumed he wanted to share some new idea he'd come up with.

Maybe a plan to turn the tower into another attraction for the guests. A lookout spot. A space for intimate events. Something like that. | wasn't prepared for what | found when we finally reached the top. The entrance to the tower was lit by dozens of lanterns placed along the uneven spiral steps. Soft, golden light flickered against seven-hundred-year-old stone. "Nick..." | began, confused. ---- "Come on," he said simply, guiding me inside. We climbed. The spiral staircase was narrow, our hands brushing occasionally when | needed support against the cool stone walls.

When we reached the top, I stopped cold. The circular space had been transformed. Colorful blankets covered the stone floor. Large, plush cushions were arranged into a cozy sitting area. More lanterns were scattered around, some hanging from old iron hooks on the walls, others resting on the ground, casting that warm, intimate glow. And in the center, a telescope pointed toward the sky through the open ceiling above. "Oh my God," | whispered, taking in every detail. Then | noticed the charcuterie board, carefully arranged. Cheeses, fruit, nuts.

two glasses. It was a Kensington. Not just any Kensington. The 2015 vintage, one of the best we'd produced in the last decade. Rare. Expensive. The kind of wine a man buys when he really wants to impress a woman. ---- The kind of wine Nick definitely couldn't afford. "If you're trying to create a romantic space for guests, you nailed it," | said lightly. "But the wine should probably be

here if they're alone, right?" | started walking around the circular space, ideas already flowing automatically as | pointed to different corners. "Maybe it would make more sense to put a bed up here. Or fully decorate it and sell it as a premium room. Like a tower suite. You could

a romantic space for you. For us. | froze, the moment stretching long and breathless between us. Nick stepped closer, gently taking my uninjured hand and guiding me toward the cushions. We sat down, our bodies closer than they'd been in days. He picked up the bottle, opened it carefully, and poured wine into both glasses. Then he handed one to me. "| wanted to..." he began, staring into his own

out of nowhere. My head was a mess. But none of that gave me the right to say that to you. Of course you're not just a friend, Gwen." | nodded slowly, almost ready to ask what the real problem between us was then. Why we were still stuck in

my daughter." He took a long sip of wine. "And then there's you," he continued, looking at me now. "And | like you so much, So much