She Took a Babysitting Job at a Billionaire’s Mansion — Then She Fell for the Son Who Thought She Didn’t Belong There
Chapter 9
The next morning, Ethan waited outside Emma’s lecture.
She smiled when she saw him.
He handed her a coffee.
“Black. No sugar.”
She stared at it.
“How did you know?”
“You always order it.”
She smiled.
“You’re paying attention.”
“To everything.”
Her heart raced.
They walked across campus together.
For the first time, Ethan didn’t care who saw them.
Neither did Emma.
Then someone called his name.
His friends.
They were standing near the fountain.
One of them laughed.
“Harper, you’re seriously dating the babysitter now?”
Ethan stopped.
Emma felt embarrassed.
He turned toward his friends.
“She’s not the babysitter.”
“Then what is she?”
Ethan looked at Emma.
He didn’t answer.
Not yet.
He simply took her hand.
And walked away.
Emma squeezed his fingers.
“You didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to.”
That night, they sat on the balcony at home.
Ethan finally said:
“I like you.”
Emma looked at him.
“I know.”
“No.”
He smiled.
“I mean I really like you.”
She laughed softly.
“I really like you too.”
Neither kissed.
Not yet.
They were both too aware of how much could change after that first kiss.
