Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 724

Nick’s POV The four of us got into the car almost at the same time.

Bella dove into the back seat, sliding across it like it was the couch at home.Her small backpack in her lap.

Hair still rumpled from the morning.The unfiltered excitement of someone who doesn’t store anxiety in her body.

“Seatbelt,” Martina warned automatically, before she had even sat down.

“I know, Grandma,” Bella replied, clicking it in with a dramatic sigh, just to perform that she was being forced.

Gwen closed the passenger door carefully and settled in slowly, her hand going to her belly in an instinctive gesture.

I got into the driver’s seat, put the key in, and for a second just stared ahead, feeling the good weight of having everyone there. I started the engine.

It turned over and something inside me did too.

Gwen glanced at the back seat.

Bella had already stretched her legs out and was swinging her feet in the air.

Then she looked at me with a smile that was too innocent for the woman she was.

“We’re going to need a bigger car soon,” she commented casually, like she was talking about replacing a couch.

I didn’t take my eyes off the rearview mirror.

“What? Mine can handle it.” Martina turned toward me with the look of someone who had just heard a crime against humanity.

“Stop being cheap, Nick,” she shot back.

Kensington soon.Investing in your family’s comfort is essential.” Gwen

“Martina couldn’t be more right.” I pointed at the two of them

all going to gang up on me now?” Bella raised her hand from the back seat like she was in

paused theatrically, like she was

“Oh,” she said.

agrees too.” The three of them started laughing like they had rehearsed that chorus their

defeated, pulling the car out of

doomed,”

“Surrounded by temperamental women.”

a compliment,” Martina

is,” Gwen

of voices.The road to Montelira had always felt solemn to

path I knew

smell.But that morning, I wasn’t alone with the landscape. I was bringing

When we finally pulled into Montelira, I felt a pressure in my chest

appeared at the end of the dirt road like

The construction

No more debris.

No hammering.

No improvisation.

The walls were clean.

The windows installed.

The courtyard organized.

place looked ready

Dante was there.

the smile of someone who has fun even while

talking to one of the employees, clipboard in hand,