Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 338 The third week of treatment was being especially brutal. My body felt like it had declared war on itself. It was swelling in places I didn't even know could swell, mood swings that had me crying over toilet paper commercials, and breast tenderness so bad that even hugs were uncomfortable. I was stretched out on the living room couch, wearing loose sweatpants and one of Nate's T-shirts that had officially become my uniform on the bad days. Ginger had become my loyal companion through this rough phase.

It was like she instinctively understood that something was wrong, because she never left my side. She was lying on the floor next to the couch now, occasionally getting up to lick my hands or rest her head on my knee with those expressive eyes that seemed to say, I get it. It's okay. "Hey, beautiful," Nate said, appearing in the living room doorway with a tray in his hands. "I brought Belgian chocolate and chamomile tea." My heart swelled at the sight of him. Over the past few weeks, Nate had turned into the most attentive partner on the planet. Chocolate when I was emotional.

Foot massages when the swelling got unbearable. Endless patience when my hormones made me snap at things that absolutely did not matter. "You're perfect," I murmured, taking the chocolate gratefully. "You really are." I smiled up at him. "Are you working from home today?" "I'm going to try," he said, sitting on the edge of the couch and automatically starting to massage my swollen feet. "I have a meeting at three I can't move, but the rest I can do from here so I can stay close. How are you feeling?" he asked gently.

"Like I've been run over by a truck," I admitted, melting under the relief of his hands. "And I'm supposed to pick my wedding dress next week. How am I supposed to do that when I'm this swollen?" Nate stopped massaging my feet just long enough to look at me, his expression full of pure tenderness. "Annie, you're glowing," he said with complete conviction. "I know you don't feel like it, but there's something different about you right now. An... anticipation. A hope. It makes you shine." "Must be the extra oil in my skin," I joked, but my eyes burned with sudden tears. Damn hormones.

on the couch, Nate working on his laptop at the coffee table so he could stay close, and Ginger keeping silent watch beside us. When he finally had to leave for a meeting

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