Page 66 of The Billionaire's Most Unexpected Triplets

My laugh is more of a sputter than anything else. “Because… it’s a house!”

“And I can afford it.”

I purse my lips. “Jack, I don’t…”

“You don’t what?”

I sigh, not wanting to explain this to him, but it seems I’ll need to. “I don’t want to owe you anything.”

“Right.” He gazes past me, thinking. “Well, let’s just say you won’t owe me anything. Anyway, the place is already fully paid for, so why not take it?”

My heart flutters a little. God, it’s tempting…

But I know better than to bite the hand that feeds me. Plus, there’s something about this whole situation that just feels off. “I appreciate the offer, Jack, I really do. But I can’t accept it. It’s just too much.”

“Is it because of what happened between us?” he asks, his expression unreadable.

I take a deep breath. “Yes. It’s because of what happened. I can’t accept such a huge gift from someone who’s hurt me so deeply.”

“I understand,” he says, nodding slowly. “I just thought it might make things easier for you.”

“Easier?” I scoff. “You know what would make this easier? My children having…”

A father.

But I can’t say it. I won’t show that kind of weakness in front of him. And as much as it hurts, no father is better than a bad father.

“You can’t wash away whatever guilt you have with lavish gifts,” I say.

He looks annoyed. “I’m not giving you this house because I feel guilty. I’m giving it to you because you’ve done a great job with GourmetGlobal. Consider it a bonus. And I want to make sure the triplets have a good home where there’s enough space for all four of you.”

I can see the sincerity in his eyes, but I can’t bring myself to fully trust him. Not after everything he’s done.

Then again, if the house is in my name and paid for, why not take it? He wouldn’t be able to take it back, and I could use the space. God knows good real estate is hard to find in Olympus City.

“It’s a work bonus?” I ask.

He nods. “Yes, consider it that way. You’ve earned it.”

I take a deep breath and look around the living room. It truly is a great neighborhood, and the house he’s offering is stunning. I can see my kids growing up here, making memories that they’ll cherish for the rest of their lives.

“Okay,” I say, finally giving in. “I’ll take it.”

Jack’s face changes, like he wants to smile but is holding back. “I’ll have my lawyers draw up the paperwork and transfer the title to your name.”

“Thank you,” I say, trying to sound gracious. “I appreciate it.”

He nods. “Of course. Now, do you want to see upstairs and the backyard?”

I want to see them so badly I’m nearly bouncing on my toes. Of course, since he’s here, I hold back.

“Sure,” I say, managing to sound cool and nonchalant.

We walk up the stairs and Jack shows me the bedrooms. They’re all spacious and well-lit, and I can already picture my kids running around in them.

“This one could be perfect for a playroom,” he says, pointing to a large room with a built-in bookshelf and a window seat.

I nod, already planning out the furniture and decorations. “Yeah, that would be great.”

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