The Billionaire’s Fight For Redemption (Noah and Sierra) novel Chapter 292

Then I see it. A low, cream-colored building tucked into the greenery. Large windows. Wooden accents. A stone pathway leading up to double glass doors. There’s a small wooden sign near the entrance with delicate script burned into it.

Willow Grove Prenatal Wellness.

I blink at it.

“Adrian…”

He parks and turns off the engine and turns toward me slowly, his expression so soft it leaves me breathless.

“I know you’ve been stressed about the case,” he says gently. “So I wanted to treat you to something that would help you relieve that stress.”

“B-but…” My voice feels small. I don’t even know what I’m trying to say.

He reaches over and brushes his thumb just beneath my eye, like he’s wiping away something invisible.

“I booked you for prenatal yoga,” he continues quietly. “You mentioned once that you’ve always wanted to try it.”

My breath stutters.

“And if you love it,” he adds, almost casually, “I’ll get you a membership.”

That does it. My throat tightens so suddenly I have to blink hard to keep the tears from spilling.

How can someone be so perfect?

He steps out and comes around to open my door like he always does. The air outside smells like earth and something floral… lavender, maybe.

Birdsong threads through the quiet and it feels so peaceful. Almost like I’m in an entirely different dimension and for a moment, the lawsuit, Jocelyn, Brook, Noah — all of it feels miles away.

“Okay,” he says, as I step onto the gravel. “Go enjoy yourself. I’ll pick you up in an hour and a half.”

I hesitate because walking away from him right now feels harder than it should.

“Thank you.”

He leans down and presses a soft kiss to my temple, lingering just long enough to make my knees weak, "Anything for you."

He gives gentle nudge toward the entrance. "Go."

The stone path crunches softly under my sandals as I walk toward the entrance. Ferns and flowering shrubs line the walkway. There’s a small water feature off to the side, a smooth trickle over stone that makes the entire place feel hushed.

Inside, the air is warm and smells faintly of eucalyptus and ginger.

The reception area is open and bright. Pale wood desk. Cream walls. Soft woven rugs. A small tea station in the corner with glass jars labeled chamomile, peppermint, raspberry leaf.

A woman behind the desk looks up and smiles like she’s been expecting me.

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