The Billionaire's Temptation: Love, Family and Revenge-Chapter 94: Embrassed

After some time, Kelvin slowly lifted himself off her. Careful not to wake her, he climbed out of bed and walked to the bathroom. He turned on the tap and soaked a soft towel in warm water. The gentle steam floated in the air as he wrung it out, then made his way back to the bedroom.

Lily had drifted off to sleep, her face calm and peaceful. Her hair was spread across the pillow, and her skin still glowed with warmth. Kelvin knelt beside the bed and began to gently dab her skin with the warm towel, carefully wiping away any dampness. His touch was soft and full of care.

As the warm cloth brushed her skin, Lily stirred, slowly opening her eyes. When she saw Kelvin sitting beside her, cleaning her like a delicate treasure, she smiled sleepily.

"Oh baby," she said in a soft voice, "I think it’s best I just take a bath."

Kelvin nodded, helping her sit up gently. As he adjusted the blanket, his eyes landed on the bed sheet. A dark red stain had spread across the fabric. His expression changed slightly as realization hit.

Lily followed his gaze. For a moment, she felt shy and looked away, but she didn’t let the moment ruin the tenderness between them. She smiled faintly, then looked back at him.

"Babe am alright" She calmly said, holding his hands they walked together into the bathroom.

The soft rays of the morning sun filtered gently through the thin white curtains, casting a warm golden glow across the room. Birds chirped faintly outside the window, and the quiet hum of the early day filled the air. Elena stirred under her blanket, slowly waking from a deep sleep. She stretched her arms above her head, her body still feeling heavy with sleep. The bedsheets rustled as she shifted, and a cool breeze from the slightly open window brushed her face.

As her eyes fluttered open, her heart suddenly skipped a beat. Her mind, still foggy, quickly cleared as thoughts of Ford flooded in. The memory of their last conversation played vividly in her mind. He had looked at her with such sincerity and said he needed her. But instead of answering him, instead of staying, she had panicked and left. Her chest tightened as guilt curled in her stomach like a knot. How terrible it must have felt for him. It must have seemed like rejection. Maybe it was.

Elena sat up slowly, brushing her hair back from her face with one hand and pressing the other gently to her temple. A sigh escaped her lips. Was he already gone to work? Had she missed her only chance to explain everything? To say she was sorry?

She climbed out of bed and fixed her nightwear, smoothing the fabric and tying her robe tighter. With hesitant steps, she walked to the door, heart pounding louder with every movement. She didn’t know what she would say, but she knew she had to try.

But just as she opened the door, she froze in surprise. Standing right there, just inches away, was Ford.

His tall frame blocked part of the morning light, and he looked just as startled to see her. He was dressed in his usual crisp shirt and dark trousers, holding a small, elegant gift bag in one hand. The bag was neat, clearly from a high-end store, with a ribbon tied on the handle.

"I was about to knock," he said simply, his voice calm. Then he extended the bag toward her. "This is for you."

Elena stared at the bag, stunned. She slowly reached out and took it, still at a loss for words. She hadn’t even managed a "thank you" before Ford turned away. Without a second glance, he started walking down the hallway, leaving her standing there, holding the gift.

Her heart dropped. It hurt more than she expected. She couldn’t let him leave like that. Not without saying something.

Without thinking, Elena broke into a run, clutching the bag in one hand. "Ford!" she called out, her voice rising in panic.

He had just opened the car door when he heard her. He turned, confused, and saw her running toward him, her face flushed and her breathing uneven, like someone who had just escaped a chase.

"What’s the matter?" he asked, stepping toward her, concern flashing in his eyes.

Elena stopped a few steps in front of him, catching her breath. "No... nothing," she mumbled, rubbing her temple again, her eyes cast down. Shame and nerves wrapped around her like a blanket. She couldn’t even meet his eyes.

Ford stood there, waiting quietly. The silence stretched between them, thick and full of unspoken words. And in that quiet moment, Elena realized how much she had to say, if only she could find the courage to say it.

Elena slowly lifted her head, her eyes meeting Ford’s. She could see the tension in his face the firmness of his jaw, the way his brows were slightly drawn together. He was clearly in a hurry.

"Elena, speak up," Ford said, his voice calm but clearly impatient. "I have a lot to do at the office today."

She swallowed hard, her hands twisting together nervously. "Sorry about that," she said softly, trying to steady her voice. "I just... I feel like you’re annoyed with me about last night."

Ford paused. His eyes softened slightly as he looked at her. "Oh, that?" he said, brushing it off with a small wave of his hand. "It’s alright. Just ignore me, and don’t worry I’m not mad at you."

He gave her a quick, reassuring smile and stepped closer, gently rubbing her shoulder before turning away. Without another word, he got into the car, and it pulled off smoothly, leaving a soft hum behind.

Elena stood on the spot, frozen, staring after the car until it disappeared down the street. The warmth from his touch still lingered on her shoulder, but her heart felt cold. She wanted to believe him , that he wasn’t angry but something in the way he spoke felt distant. Like he was forcing himself to act normal.

After a moment, she sighed deeply and turned back toward the house, her steps slow and heavy.

Meanwhile, Ford arrived at his office building, tall and modern with sleek glass walls reflecting the morning sun. As he stepped through the doors, Daniel, his personal assistant, met him at the entrance, taking his briefcase quickly.

"Sir," Daniel said politely, walking alongside him, "Mr. Johnson has been waiting for your arrival."

Ford’s steps slowed slightly. "Where is he?" he asked, already feeling a wave of frustration rise in his chest.

"He’s seated in the lobby," Daniel replied, keeping his tone careful.

Ford’s brows instantly furrowed. His expression hardened. The mention of Mr. Johnson brought back a rush of unpleasant memories, especially what had happened to Elena because of him and his family . The anger simmered beneath the surface, and this time, he didn’t hide it.

He stepped into the elevator, standing stiffly as it rose to the lobby floor. When the doors opened, he immediately spotted Mr. Johnson seated on one of the plush chairs, nervously glancing around.

The moment Mr. Johnson saw Ford, he quickly stood up, adjusting his suit and offering a nervous smile. "Good morning, Sir," he greeted respectfully, trying to appear confident.

But Ford didn’t even glance at him. Without a word, he walked past and disappeared into his office.

Mr. Johnson blinked in confusion, unsure of what just happened. He tried to follow Ford, but was quickly stopped by one of the building’s security officers.

"I’m sorry, sir," the guard said politely but firmly. "You’ll have to wait until Mr. Ford asks you in."

"But we’re close," Mr. Johnson insisted, chuckling nervously. "I’m sure he wouldn’t mind."

The guard shook his head. "I understand, sir, but those are the rules. You’ll have to wait."

Mr. Johnson stepped back, adjusting his tie again, his smile slowly fading. He was starting to realize this meeting might not go the way he had planned.

Mr. Johnson felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. The confident smile he had worn earlier faded from his face. Without saying a word, he quietly stepped back to his seat in the lobby. The silence around him made the moment even more uncomfortable. People passed by, but he kept his head down, pretending to read something on his phone. In truth, he was simply waiting — nervously and with rising tension.

Inside the sleek, modern office, Ford sat at his wide, dark-wood desk. The large glass window behind him allowed sunlight to stream into the room, casting shadows across the floor. His face was calm but unreadable, eyes fixed on a document in front of him.

Daniel, his assistant, stood nearby, hands clasped in front of him. He was waiting quietly, knowing Ford’s moods could shift quickly, especially when irritated. Ford didn’t look up as he asked, "What did the board members say about my absence?"

Daniel cleared his throat gently before speaking. "Sir, they left in anger," he explained carefully. "But I told them you had to leave for something urgent and that the meeting would be rescheduled."

Ford gave a slight nod, as if expecting that reaction. "And Mr. Johnson?" he asked, now lifting his eyes.

"He’s outside, sir. Still waiting for your permission to enter," Daniel replied quickly.

"Let him in," Ford said simply.

Daniel bowed his head slightly and turned to go. Though he had remained silent during the entire conversation, inside, he was uneasy. His hands had been slightly trembling the whole time. He had watched Ford closely, waiting to see if his boss would mention Jane or worse, scold him. But Ford hadn’t brought her up at all. That silence made Daniel more nervous than anger would have.

As he left the office and closed the large wooden door behind him, he let out a quiet breath of relief. It seemed Kelvin hadn’t said anything yet.

"You can go in now," Daniel said to Mr. Johnson, who had been pacing back and forth with an irritated expression.

Mr. Johnson didn’t respond. He simply straightened his jacket, adjusted his tie, and walked briskly toward Ford’s office. He pushed the door open with confidence, forcing a wide smile onto his face as he stepped inside.

"Good morning, Mr. Ford," he greeted, his voice a little too cheerful as he moved to take a seat across from the desk.

But before he could settle in, Ford’s voice cut through the room sharply. "And who gave you permission to sit?" he asked, looking up slowly from his papers.