Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

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"But thats nevererastopped me before." d couldn't help smaitink tooedestate the fear and the coldbld. +25 Bonus Chapter 555 Gwen's POV The silence inside the car was suffocating. The only sound was the wind howling outside, rocking the vehicle every time a particularly violent gust hit. I watched Nick try the key again. The engine made a pathetic clicking sound but didn't turn over. He tried once more. Same result. "Shit," he muttered, slamming his fist against the steering wheel in frustration. Then he reached for the controls on the dashboard, trying to turn on the heater. Nothing happened.

that the engine was dead and no longer producing heat. "With the engine off, there's no power for the heating system," Nick said, his voice tight. "Everything depends on the engine running." I pulled my coat tighter around myself, but I could already feel the

inn in the middle of the night in this storm. The temperature is below zero, the wind is brutal, and visibility is nonexistent. We wouldn't even find the road properly, let alone survive the exposure." I looked at him, then at the window, then back

brightened slightly. "You're right. We need to find somewhere warmer," he said, turning fully toward me. "If I remember correctly, there's a cabin nearby. Local farmers use it to store equipment and sometimes as shelter while working. If we're lucky, it'll have a fireplace and some chopped wood." "And if we're not lucky?" I asked. "Then it'll be locked,"

earlier outing. "It's not much," he said, holding it up, "but it's better than nothing." We stepped out of the car, and the cold hit me like a physical wall. It

threading his fingers through mine. "Don't let go," he said, his voice nearly swallowed by the howl of the wind. "If we get separated out here, we won't find each other again." I nodded, gripping his hand tightly. We started walking. Every step was a struggle. The snow was deep, my feet were already numb, my face burning from the cold. Then, like a miracle, I saw the dark shape of a building emerge through the curtain of snow. "There!"

it, it gave easily. It wasn't locked. We stumbled inside, and Nick slammed the door shut behind us, cutting off the wind. The sudden silence was almost deafening. I looked around. The cabin was exactly what Nick had said it would be.

wood and began arranging it in the hearth. His hands were shaking, from both the cold and the urgency. He searched the cabin and found a lighter. It took a few minutes. The first attempts failed. But eventually, a small flame caught. Nick blew gently on