Semua Bab Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire: Bab 541 - Bab 550

Nicholas' POV I was out in the courtyard checking the salt levels on the steps. The last thing I needed was another accident. That's when I heard the sound of a car pulling in. I turned and immediately recognized Gwen's sleek black car parking near the main entrance. Gwen was behind the wheel, and when the passenger door opened, Paula stepped out. The two of them had come together. Paula said something I couldn't hear, and Gwen replied. They were still standing close to the car when Gwen noticed me. Her face lit up instantly. That smile I was starting to know far too well. Genuine. Warm. The kind that reached her blue eyes and made them shine. She walked quickly toward me, climbing the steps carefully. At least she'd learned that much. Then she rose onto her toes and gave me a quick peck on the lips. My heart kicked hard, like it always did when she did that. Like my body had never gotten the memo that none of this was real. "Good morning," she said, still smiling. "I'm g

Gwen's POV The wine cellar was exactly how I had imagined it. It was small and rustic. The stone walls were worn smooth by time, keeping the air cool even with the harsh winter raging outside. The scent was intoxicating. Aged oak, fermented grapes, damp earth. There was something comforting about the place, something that made my chest loosen in a way I couldn't quite explain. Nick switched on a few hanging lights along the low ceiling. Soft, golden light spilled across the uneven walls, casting dancing shadows. Wooden barrels of different sizes were lined up in tight rows. Some were stacked on top of each other. Others were pressed against the walls. Metal shelves held dusty bottles, their handwritten labels marking years and varieties. It was very cramped. "We need to reorganize these barrels," Nick said, pointing toward a corner where several of them were piled together messily. "Some of them are blocking access to the ones that are almost ready for bottling. We'll have to

Nicholas' POV I watched Gwen in silence as she tried to reach for her memories. I could practically see the gears in her mind straining, like she was trying to force open a locked door without the right key. Her eyes went distant, fixed on something I couldn't see. Her brow furrowed slightly. Her lips parted, as if the words were right there, waiting on the tip of her tongue, but couldn't quite make it out. "I think so," she said at last, her voice uncertain. "I mean, I know I do. I know it's true. But… I don't remember. Does that make sense?" It did. It made perfect sense, based on everything Dr. Marshall had explained. It wasn't like her memory would come back all at once, like flipping on a light in a dark room. It was gradual. Fragmented. Pieces slowly falling into place until the full picture formed. And this was clearly a good sign. She was moving in that direction, toward a full recovery. It was better to keep encouraging her. To keep taking her to familiar pla

Gwen's POV The family TV room was small and cozy, completely different from the common area where the guests gathered. It had a big, sagging couch covered in wool blankets, an old but working TV mounted on the wall, and shelves filled with Bella's DVDs and toys. It was clearly a private, intimate space. A place the Valemont family retreated to when they wanted privacy. Bella was already wrapped up in a blanket on the couch when I arrived, remote in hand, scrolling through episodes of Miraculous with the skill of someone who had watched the series a thousand times. "Gwen!" she called excitedly. "Come, come! I'm putting on my favorite episode. It's the one where Ladybug and Cat Noir get stuck together and they almost find out who they really are, but then they don't because… well, I won't tell you or it'll ruin the surprise!" I laughed and settled beside her, feeling the soft cushions sink under my weight. Bella immediately tossed half the blanket over my legs and snuggled agains

Nicholas' POVThe name 'Christian' echoed in my head. It was strange and unfamiliar, yet heavy with a weight I couldn't quite place. "Can you go get her?" I asked my mother, doing my best to keep my voice steady. "I think she's still with Bella in the TV room." Martina nodded and hurried off, her footsteps echoing down the hallway. I looked at Paula, who was watching me with an expression that probably mirrored my own. "Christian," I repeated quietly, more to myself than to her. "Who could that be?" "A boyfriend?" Paula suggested, but her tone had lost its earlier sharpness. There was real uncertainty there now. "She has a daughter. Maybe he's the child's father." Or a brother. Or a cousin. Or a friend. Or literally anyone from Gwen's life that I knew nothing about, because the truth was, I knew absolutely nothing about her. I left the kitchen and walked down the corridor toward the reception area. The small room at the front of the villa doubled as an administrative o