Page 40 of Next Door Billionaire's Surprise Baby

My hands are twitching with the urge to slap her hard on the face, even though she’s just joking. Maybe. With Fiona, you can never know.

I sigh, “We’re two adults whose lives happened to cross paths.”

She regards me silently for a while until I exclaim, “What?”

“What a boring answer,” she flips her hair as she walks past me, “I highly doubt Kane’s answer will be the same…”

As she speaks, Kane comes out of the building, effortlessly carrying four boxes.

“Shut up, Fiona!” I clench my teeth, covering her mouth with my hand. He walks past us with a confused look, wondering why we’re acting like children.

When he passes, I release her, and we both watch as Kane places the boxes inside the truck.

“He’s hot,” Fiona comments, winking at me.

“He definitely is.” I agree with her for the first time today.

We drive in procession to Kane’s house – Kane driving at the head of the line, the movers’ truck following him closely behind, and then my car following them slowly. We arrived at his neighborhood, famous for being the home of the city’s elites.

Kane leads us all the way to his house–a mansion sitting in the acres of land. The long drive from the gate takes us to his house, which is tastefully decorated with gorgeous chandeliers.

Kane offers to take us on a tour as the movers unloaded. Fiona, Skye, and I can only gasp at the lavishness. There are two living rooms, six bedrooms, four bathrooms, a spectacular kitchen, a dining room, and his spacious home office. Every single room is decorated so elegantly.

He also takes us to his underground garage, where his cars are carefully kept, and Fiona asks if she could take one half-jokingly. Skye asks to get in one of the cars and pretend to drive.

In addition, he has a chef and a housekeeper to tend to him.

Talk about someone living his best life.

Even though Kane invited me and Skye to stay at his home, I feel like I need to contribute in any way I can. I’m sitting on one of the chairs in the large dining waiting for the chef and housekeeper to compile the list of things they need for the house. There are limits to what I can do, but I’m pretty sure buying groceries and cleaning supplies shouldn’t be that hard. I hope.

I twiddle with my fingers as I wait for them to finish the lists. The chef, a man in his mid-thirties named Cooper, finishes first and slides his notepad over to me, “Here you go. The full list of groceries needed for a couple of weeks. Give or take.”

“Well, we may need a bit more since Skye and I are here now,” I mutter as I glance through the list. To my surprise, it’s not that much. I suppose we don’t need a lot of groceries for a single guy who doesn't spend too much time at home. On the other hand, Skye and I hardly ever eat out. Both of us pack lunch every day.

“It’s not much, actually,” I comment. When the housekeeper, an older woman named Rosa, is done with her list, I’m blown away by the amount of supplies needed to clean this mansion compared to the two-bedroom apartment I used to live in.

“This is perfect, “ I say, looking up at both lists, “I’ll pay for these right away.”

Cooper, looking uncomfortable, asks me, “Um…shouldn’t we discuss this with Kane as well? It’s his house, and it wouldn’t be fair if we make such decisions without him.”

Rosa nods quietly in agreement.

“Listen, guys,“ I tell them, “I’m not Kane’s wife or his girlfriend. He’s doing me a favor by letting me stay here for a while. It’s my responsibility to contribute any way I can.”

They exchange glances before Rosa speaks up in her soft voice, “It’s just that Kane is very particular about how things are done around here. And I’m sure he has no problems taking responsibility for you and your child.”

“Well, I do,“ I utter, “And I’m not going to sit around and do nothing. I am not a charity case, and I want to contribute.”

“You seem like you are stuck on being a charity case, but you’re not, Chloe.”

The temperature in the dining room plunges by several degrees at the mere sound of Kane’s voice. I look up to see him coming towards me, looking gorgeous as always. I spot something pink on his hair, and when he comes closer, I see it's Skye's pink hair clip.

Oh no… Skye was playing dress-up with Kane...

He stands over us, looking like a true commander of his domain. His eyes are sharp, and they zone in on the notepads on the table. Sending a disappointed glance my way, he picks one of them up–Rosa’s, and goes through them, eyes narrowing with each passing second.

“What are you planning on doing? “

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