Page 105 of Stuck with the Billionaire Celebrity

Her lips part slightly, as if she’s considering what I’m saying, but doubt still lingers in her eyes.

“I love this place,” I continue, my voice steady.

“I love being here with you.

And I’d love nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you here—in this cottage, in this village.

I’m not running from anything.

I’m running toward the life I want.

With you.”

She exhales slowlylike she’s been holding her breath the whole time, and then she closes her eyes, leaning into my touch.

For a moment, she doesn’t say anything, and I can feel her tension starting to fade.

“You mean that?” she whispers.

I nod, pressing my forehead against hers. “I do. More than anything.”

A small smile pulls at the corner of her mouth, but it’s hesitant, like she’s still not sure if she’s ready to believe me completely.

“But what about the future? The things we’ve worked for? What about our careers?”

I chuckle softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“What about them? We can still have those things. I’m not saying we’re throwing everything away. I’m saying we can have a future here, too.

A different kind of future. One that’s quieter, more peaceful. One where we don’t have to rush all the time, where we don’t have to answer to anyone but each other.”

Her eyes soften, and she looks up at me, that warmth I love so much returning to her gaze.

“You really think we can make it work?”

“I know we can. I’d do anything to make it work. With you. I’d follow you anywhere, Grace. And if that means we build something new here, then that’s exactly what I want to do.”

She stands there for a moment, her face unreadable, and then, slowly, she steps forward. Without warning, she wraps her arms around me, burying her face against my chest.

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs. “I didn’t mean to doubt you.”

I shake my head, resting my cheek against her hair. “You don’t have to apologize. I understand. But you don’t have to carry all that fear on your own. We’re in this together.”

She stays quiet for a few more moments, and then she lifts her head to look at me.

“You’re right,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “I just don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t,” I promise. “You’re the best part of my life, Grace. Nothing’s going to change that.”

“Okay,” she says, her voice steady. “Let’s make this work. Here. Together.”

I grin, feeling like the weight of the world just lifted off my shoulders. “I love you,” I say, my words soft and full of meaning.

“I love you too,” she replies, her voice steady but filled with emotion.

I pull her close again, pressing my lips to her forehead, and for a moment, the world outside doesn’t matter.

It’s just us—here, together, in this cottage, in this village, and it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.

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