The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover by Caesar Erickson novel Chapter 1553

Chapter 1553
Preston knew that she didn’t lack money, but he still turned to the side and slipped the black card into her bag. “Better safe than sorry.”
In fact, Harper had been with him for so long and had never used his money. The card he gave her was only for safekeeping.
She glanced at Preston, wanting to say something, but seeing him close his eyes again, she bit her lip and swallowed her words.
The car quickly stopped in front of the villa. The butler waiting at the door hurried to help Preston, but was quickly dismissed with a glance from Preston.
The butler immediately turned around and walked back without a word, pretending not to have seen anything. Even when Harper took Preston back into the house, neither the butler nor the maids appeared.
“Why don’t you hire a nanny?”
“I don’t live here often, so why would I need a nanny?”
If he hired a nanny, she could just leave him to the nanny and be
done with it.
After placing her coat on the back of the sofa chair, she looked at Preston.
“Can you manage by yourself?”
Preston, who was already sitting on the sofa, propped his elbows
on his knees and lifted his hands, desperately pressing his forehead.
“At least make me a sobering soup.”
Couldn’t she see how much pain he was in?
Couldn’t she take care of him first before leaving?
Seeing that he was truly suffering, Harper turned and went to the kitchen.
Through the glass, he watched her busy figure in the kitchen. Preston, lying on the couch, gradually curved his tightly pursed lips into a smile.
After cooking the sobering soup, Harper carried it over to him. Preston, pretending he couldn’t hold the spoon, asked Harper to feed him. With patience, she scooped a large spoonful and fed it
to him.
But Preston drank it slowly, sip by sip, dragging it out for half an hour before finishing the bowl of soup.
When Harper put down the bowl, her wrist was stiff. As she rubbed her hand, a big hand reached out and massaged her joints.
With all the kisses and the black card and the massages, what kind of relationship did they have?
After a moment of silence, Harper pushed away Preston’s hand, grabbed her bag, and stood up. “Rest well. I’m going back.”
Preston wanted to call out to Harper, but she quickly escaped, fleeing from his villa.
Watching her hurried figure, Preston’s eyes still held a hint of a smile.
It wasn’t until the butler appeared in front of him with a black card that his smile gradually faded.
“This was left in the kitchen by the young lady.”
If she wouldn’t take his money, did that mean she wouldn’t accept his love either?
As Preston clenched the black card, furrowing his brow, Anthony, who had helped Stella and Henry in court today, suddenly called.
“Bring some people with you. Eric attacked my client and injured me. He also took Stella–“