Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 464

Chapter 464 Madeline's POV The morning was cold and gray when I heard the sound of a car pulling up in front of our building. I looked out the window and spotted a black Land Rover parked downstairs. Christian had arrived to pick us up. "They're here," I told Marcus, who was finishing zipping up his suitcase in the bedroom. The tension between us still hung in the air like a heavy cloud after the conversation the night before. We'd slept in the same bed, but on opposite sides, each of us pretending to be asleep whenever the other shifted.

It felt like we were walking through a minefield, every word loaded with the potential to blow up in our faces. "I'm ready," he said, coming into the living room with his suitcase and a carefully neutral expression. I grabbed my bag and double-checked that I had all my documents and a few basic medications I'd set aside for the trip. It was strange to think that in just a few hours I'd be back in Verdania-a country that was both my home and the source of so many of my problems. We rode down the elevator together in silence.

Christian stepped out of the car when he saw us approaching, his expression efficient and focused, as always when he slipped into work mode. "Good morning," he greeted us, taking our luggage. "The flight is scheduled to take off in two hours. We've got plenty of time if we leave now." Zoey turned around in the front seat and smiled at me, though I noticed a slight wince of pain when she moved. "How's your foot?" I asked, thinking about her fall from the bridge. "A little sore," she admitted, gesturing to the orthopedic boot she was wearing.

"The doctor said it's normal, but it's pretty annoying." "I have a great anti-inflammatory at home," I offered impulsively. "It's natural and works really well for this kind of pain. If you want, we can run up real quick so I can grab it." Christian checked his watch, clearly calculating whether we had time. "Would it be fast?" he asked. "We can't run too late." "Five minutes," I promised. "Zoey, do you want to come up and apply it directly to your foot?

three of us went up to the apartment, leaving Christian and Marcus waiting in the car. I went straight to the bathroom to grab the tube of anti-inflammatory ointment I'd bought at

in pain every time we tried 1/3 to adjust her foot. The area was clearly swollen and extremely sensitive to the touch. "Wow,

could last a few weeks." Olivia came out of the bathroom and joined us in the living room, sitting down in the armchair and pulling out her phone. "Have you seen that Mia posted pictures from the camp?" she said, showing us the screen. "They turned out great. She even got some

the inside, I was drowning in confusion about my relationship with Marcus. By the time we managed to get Zoey's boot back on, almost half an hour had gone by. She tested a few steps and smiled in relief. "So much better," she said. "That ointment really works."

tube of ointment. "But it's much better now." Marcus glanced at me briefly,

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