Page 91 of Stuck with the Billionaire Celebrity

Theo’s fingers tighten around mine, and I lean into him, breathing in the scent of his cologne, mingled with something slightly crisp from the cabin.

The plane lands smoothly, and within moments, we’re walking down the narrow steps to a waiting car. He doesn’t let go of my hand, not for a second.

I feel the pull of his warmth grounding me as the driver takes us through winding roads lined with lush hedges, wildflowers, and distant villages.

The car finally pulls up to the estate. It’s everything you’d imagine an English manor would be—ivy trailing up old stone walls, gardens sprawling in every direction. As if nature herself has had centuries to weave a tapestry here.

“Ready for a quiet adventure?”

I raise an eyebrow. “How quiet?”

He laughs, a sound so easy and so real that it feels like it slips into the silence around us. “Let’s find out.”

As we step out, I immediately breathe in the earthiness of it all—rich, fertile, and full of life. A gentle breeze catches my hair, and Theo’s hand finds the small of my back as he leads me toward the garden paths.

It’s simple here, but that’s the beauty of it. We walk along narrow paths of cobblestone, worn smooth by time; past rose bushes with buds in every shade of pink and low stone walls covered in a veil of moss.

I reach out, letting my fingers brush against the soft petals.

“They don’t look real,” I murmur, half to myself.

“Neither do you, to be honest,” he says, watching me with that quiet smile of his as if he’s known me forever.

His words catch me off guard, and my heart does a little flip. I feel the blush creeping into my cheeks as he retakes my hand, pulling me close so he can press a soft kiss to my forehead.

He tugs me down another path, and suddenly, we’re surrounded by towering hedges that arch above us.

At the end, there’s a small iron gate, half-hidden by ivy and barely visible unless you’re looking for it.

Theo pushes it open, and we step into a hidden garden.

The air changes at once, as if we’ve crossed into a different world. The garden is secluded, enclosed on all sides by walls of ancient stone.

In the center, there’s a small pond, lilies floating on its surface, and beside it, an old bench, weathered by the years but sturdy.

“Wow…” I breathe, staring in awe. It feels like a place out of a dream, a place untouched by time.

“This…this reminds me of my favorite book growing up. I always dreamed of getting lost in a secret garden because of it.”

He watches me, his gaze softer than I’ve ever seen. “I knew you’d love it.”

I turn to him, chuckling. “How did you even find this place?”

He shrugs, slipping his hands into his pockets as he glances around. “I like to keep a few secrets.”

“Oh, do you?” I challenge, moving closer to him until I’m close enough to feel his breath against my skin. “Like what?”

His eyes dance with mischief, and he reaches out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

“Like the fact that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the day we met. That every time I’m with you, everything else just…fades away.”

“I know what you mean,” I whisper, feeling vulnerable but safe.

He pulls me into his arms, our bodies fitting together as if they were meant to. We stand there in the stillness, letting the world around us breathe in its quiet rhythm.

“This is the most perfect moment, but…they all are with you,” he says as he kisses the top of my forehead.

As the sun starts to dip, casting everything in a warm golden light, we sit by the pond. Theo leans back on his elbows, his head tilted toward the sky, a rare look of complete ease on his face.

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