Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 332 The Kensington mansion in the hills of Southridge had never felt as welcoming as it did in that moment. Even after so many months living in London, the sight of the family estate nestled among green mountains and lush vineyards filled me with a wave of nostalgic longing I hadn't even realized I'd been carrying. The cool, clean mountain air wrapped around me like an embrace when we stepped out of the car, a sharp contrast to the urban atmosphere we'd left behind in London. Cinger was completely mesmerized by the new smells and sounds around her.

Her dark little eyes darted everywhere, trying to take in the symphony of singing birds, leaves whispering in the gentle breeze, and scents that were nothing like what she knew. She tugged lightly at the leash, eager to explore every inch of this new territory, which must have felt like pure canine heaven compared to London's city parks. "Mom! Dad!" I shouted the moment I saw my parents coming out of the house, my heart swelling with happiness at the sight of them after so many months apart.

I let go of Ginger's leash for a second, trusting she'd stay close, and ran toward them, throwing myself into the familiar arms that had always made me feel completely safe and loved. Mom hugged me with that unmistakable maternal strength, whispering sweet words while Dad waited his turn to pull me tightly against his chest. "Our girl just keeps getting more beautiful," Dad said, holding my shoulders and studying me with that proud look that always made me emotional.

"London is good for you." "It's not London," I corrected, glancing back to where Nate stood, holding Ginger in his arms and watching our family reunion with a soft smile. "It's him." Nate walked over with the natural confidence he always carried, though I caught the faint nerves in his eyes- the vulnerability of someone who desperately wanted to make a good first impression on his future in-laws. "Mr. and Mrs. Bennett," he said in hesitant but charming Maravinese, shaking my dad's hand before respectfully leaning down to kiss my mom's hand.

Mom immediately melted at the gallant gesture and his effort to speak our language, her cheeks flushing as she smiled with obvious approval. "The pleasure is ours, Nathaniel," she replied. "Annie talks about you so much, it already feels like we

to bark, reminding everyone of her presence and instantly stealing the spotlight. "And this must be the famous Ginger," Mom said, crouching down to her level. "Our first grandbaby." "Hey!" Zoey protested, appearing on the veranda with Matt in her arms, wearing an expression of exaggerated outrage. "The first

and honestly, I think she'd win." 11 Christian appeared right behind her, pulling me into a warm hug before greeting Nate with the easy familiarity of old friends. "We're falling behind," Zoey teased Christian, pointing at Ginger, who was already being thoroughly spoiled by our parents. "We should make a

hit me like a punch to the gut, immediately bringing back the limits Nate and I faced, the hard conversations we'd had and the ones we still avoided. Zoey noticed the change in my expression almost right away. I knew my sister well enough to recognize the exact moment she realized what she'd said, her eyes widening slightly in horror before she discreetly mouthed a silent 'sorry' in my direction. I shook my head, trying to let her know I

were all together to celebrate. The tension faded quickly when Matt, who had been watching Ginger with growing fascination, started squirming in Zoey's arms and reaching his little hands toward the puppy. "He wants to meet Ginger," Zoey said, clearly relieved by the distraction her son provided. "She's very gentle," Nate assured her, carefully