Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 596 Gwen's POV Bella ran out of the gelato shop before | could even decide what to do. The glass door swung open with a chiming bell, and she came straight toward me, her quick little steps tapping against the cobblestone sidewalk. "Gwen! Gwen!" she shouted, her arms already reaching out. | instinctively bent down and opened my arms to catch her. She threw herself against me hard enough to almost knock me over, her small arms squeezing my neck with that too-tight hug only children give when they don't know their own strength.

"Hi, sweetheart," | said, feeling something tighten in my chest. " What a nice surprise." Of course Nick came after her. A protective father, not letting his little girl run into the street alone. He stopped a few feet away, hands in his pockets, his expression cautious. Our eyes met over Bella's head. Neither of us spoke. ---- "You can have gelato with us!" Bella said, pulling back just enough to look at my face, her eyes bright with excitement." Please? Please?" | glanced through the glass window into the shop.

Renee was still sitting inside, watching us with an expression that barely hid her irritation. "It's better if | don't," | said gently, brushing Bella's hair back. " You're busy." "But | want you to!" Bella insisted, pouting. "Please, Gwen!" "How about later, you and | have a really good cake from Grandma Martina? Just us two. Deal?" Bella considered it, clearly torn between what she wanted right now and the promise of something special later. "Are you going back to the estate?" Nick asked. His voice was more formal than usual. "Lam," | said, standing up.

"I came early because | had a meeting with an agency here in town." Something crossed his face. Surprise, maybe. Or confusion. "You didn't mention a meeting," he said. "Or that you were coming today." ---- "I didn't want to bother you," | replied evenly. "I mainly came because of the influencers arriving tomorrow. | needed to make sure everything was being prepared properly. The meeting was just convenient, since | was coming anyway." 'An awkward silence fell between us. Bella looked back and forth between us, sensing the tension even if she didn't fully understand it.

and something shifted in her expression. She grew more closed off. More resistant. She didn't want to go back to Renee. It was obvious. Nick and | exchanged a look. "If you'd like..."

shop. The air conditioning was too strong, sending a shiver down my arms immediately. The sweet smell of waffles and chocolate filled the air. Renee watched us approach, her smile visibly tightening when she saw me. "Hello," she said, her voice coated in fake politeness. "Gwen, right?" "Yes," |

as she settled in beside me. "That's... nice," Renee said, and it was impossible to miss the sharp edge beneath the word. | ordered a lemon gelato. Something light. Refreshing Something | could eat slowly while trying not to make the situation even more uncomfortable than it already was. The

a conversation they clearly didn't belong to. "Bella, sweetheart," Renee said at one point, her voice rising slightly, "don't you want to tell me about your music lessons? Your dad mentioned you started." "| haven't started yet," Bella replied without looking at her, far more interested in showing me how she could stack gelato on her tiny

anything except her own mother. "You know," Renee said, her tone sharpening as she directed it at me, "it's interesting how some people manage to insert themselves into a child's life so quickly. Almost as if they're trying to take a place that isn't theirs." ---- "Renee,"