The Billionaire's Heir I Never Knew Was Mine novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Can You See Me as Zach?

Sienna stood by the counter, her fingers lightly resting against the smooth surface of the coffee machine as she tried to look far more confident than she actually felt.

"Zach, do you want espresso, cappuccino, or latte?" she asked, keeping her tone light.

"Latte. Thank you," Zachary replied easily, already moving toward the kitchen island. He pulled out a chair and sat with a casual grace that somehow made the entire room feel smaller.

Sienna turned her back to him almost immediately, focusing on the machine. She measured the coffee carefully, watching every small movement.

At this moment, it wasn’t just about the coffee. It was about not messing up in front of him. And, unfortunately, it was also about the fact that she could feel his gaze.

She tried to steal a glance, but she regretted it.

With one glance, she knows it wasn’t just her mind playing tricks. His gaze toward her wasn’t subtle. It wasn’t fleeting either. But it was there, steady, quiet, and focused entirely on her.

Her heart betrayed her immediately, quickening in a way that felt unnecessary for such a simple moment. She bit her inner lips, trying to calm herself down.

’It’s just coffee, Sienna. You’re not defusing a bomb.’ She stifled a smile, hearing her own thoughts.

However, a few moments later, his calm voice broke the silence. "I can see you’re quite skilled at making coffee..."

A faint smile formed on her lips.

"Oh, come on, Zach, there’s no need to praise me so soon. I was just pouring the milk..." she says, trying to keep it playful rather than flustered. "You really should see my latte art... it could turn out perfect or end up a total disaster."

Behind her, she heard him chuckle, a low, warm sound that seemed to settle into the room rather than pass through it.

That didn’t help her focus.

Still, she continued, forcing herself to finish what she started. The milk flowed into the coffee, her wrist moving with care as she tried something that resembled a rosetta or... something that could be interpreted generously if one were kind enough.

After a few more seconds, she stepped back, examining her work with squinted eyes.

’Not bad. Not amazing either. But not a disaster. That was a win.’ She tries to cheer herself up.

Finally, she turned around, holding the cup with both hands as she walked toward him. There was a small, quiet confidence in her steps now as she placed the latte in front of him.

"I need your honest review," she said, lifting her chin slightly as if bracing herself.

Zachary looked down at the cup, his eyes scanning the surface before a faint, impressed smile appeared.

"Looking good," he said.

His words were enough to ease her shoulders just a little. But tension returned when she saw him pick up the cup and take a sip.

Sienna watched him carefully, her expression neutral, though in her mind she was far from it. Inside, she was preparing herself for criticism, compliments, or worst of all, polite indifference.

He swallowed, then nodded before he looked up at her.

"It tastes really good too," he said. "You truly have a talent for making perfect lattes, Sienna. This is good..."

The second nod felt more convincing than the first, and the sincerity in his voice made it difficult for her to brush it off as mere politeness.

"Thank you, Zach—" she replied, her tone light again as she turned back to the machine to make one for herself.

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