Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 750

Chapter 750 Extra 19

Zoey’s POV

We took the private jet to Kensington Villa late that morning, and I spent half the flight trying not to think about how surreal it was to be thirty and crossing countries like I was crossing streets.

Christian had that same perfectly composed calm, like even gravity was just another administrative detail. Me? My heart was somewhere between “this is amazing” and “oh my God, I’m pregnant again,” which had basically been my default state for days.

When the car finally rounded the last curve and the property came into view, my chest tightened in that familiar way. Kensington Villa looked even more beautiful than I remembered. Sharper. More real. The green of the vineyards richer, the sky clearer.

But… something felt off.

Empty.

A few staff members greeted us with polite smiles, carried our bags upstairs, spoke in hushed tones, moved with that quiet efficiency of people who didn’t want to disturb anything. But the place had a kind of silence that didn’t belong in a Valentian villa.

“Where is everyone?” I asked before my brain could spiral into theories. “Matt? Grandpa?”

“They’re probably out walking the property,” Christian said, shrugging like it was the most normal thing in the world. “Why don’t you get ready for lunch in the meantime?”

I frowned.

“Get ready for lunch… here… with no one?”

He gave me that smile. The one he used when he was definitely hiding something.

“It’s lunch,” he said, like that explained everything. “And you deserve to look beautiful.”

I huffed, annoyed, but I went anyway. Because I could be dramatic, sure, but I was also practical. If I was going to spiral, I might as well do it while looking good.

I took one of those showers where the hot water feels like it resets your brain. Did light makeup. Picked a simple, pretty dress. The kind I wore when I wanted to feel like myself, not like an event.

When I walked out, Christian was in the bedroom, getting dressed like he was about to be on the cover of a magazine. Fitted shirt. The right watch. Subtle cologne.

“Wow,” I said, stopping in the doorway. “Where are you going looking like that?”

He looked up and pretended to be offended.

“So you don’t think I look good every day?”

My mom frowned.

“What?”

Christian let out a dramatic sigh and dragged a hand down his face.

“Zoey really doesn’t know how to be subtle,” he said, like he’d fully accepted this, as his fate.

I laughed through my tears, because it was true. I was the kind of person who knocked over a glass trying to be graceful. The kind who said “I won’t freak out” while already freaking out.

“Yeah…” I admitted, wiping my face with the back of my hand. “I probably should’ve said that in a more… impactful way.”

I looked at my mom. My dad. Grandpa.

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