Engagement To My Billionaire Ceo

the nightstand. Theo was still asleep, curled up under the heavy blankets, his little hand clu

alls. Six un

were all f

The announcement

ng formal. No

harp. Don'

but the reality of it was already suffocating. Pretending to be engaged to Gideon Blackthorn wasn't

hadn't worn in years, trying to look as presentable as poss

are we

ing a smile. "But I'll be back s

woman who had taken to Theo instantly. She'd offered to watch hi

ep, and I kissed his forehea

ss façade glittering in the sunlight. Inside, the atmosphere was buzzing with activity. Men and women in tailored suit

oal suit was perfectly tailored, his tie a deep navy that matched the piercing color of his eyes

as I approached, his to

ents for Theo," I repli

on of a second before he turned to t

s wai

pre

he press? You didn't

men in the state," he interrupted, his voice lo

it was pointless. This was part of the deal. I

cameras were blinding, and I suddenly felt like a deer caught in headlights. Gideon placed a hand on my

me exciting news to share. As many of you know, Blackthorn Manor has been a significant part of my family's legacy. It is un

I plastered a smile onto my face, feeling like

cing at me with something that almost resembles pride, "but also someone who

ords. He didn't sound like the cold, calculating man

em all with ease, his charm effortless and his authority undeniable. When someone asked me about my role

over, I felt like

deon said as we walked towa

lling off the heels that had been digg

it," he said, openin

ride back to the manor was quiet, the

ting up when he saw me. I crouched down, wrapping him in a hug,

un with Mrs. Ta

me the attic! It's so big, Mom.

said, ruffl

le. I straightened, meeting his gaze. "Thank you for arranging

thing, turning and wa

manor. The day had been exhausting, but I couldn't afford to lose focus. This project wasn't just a j

Gideon enter u

ing l

ve a lot to do. Sixty days i

e, his arms crossed. "You're r

posed to be

nt," he said, a faint s

the blueprints spread across the

d closer, his gaze scanning the papers in front

at w

lse does. Believing in things mo

"I don't see the point in giving up on some

lly spoke, his voice was quieter than I'd eve

w something in his eyes that wasn't cold or deta

, the walls betwee