Mistakenly Yours: Contract Marriage With The Billionaire-Chapter 110: I wasn’t expecting a kiss

Chapter 110: I wasn’t expecting a kiss
Marcella finally connected with her son on the call after two days of trying.
"Son, where have you gone? Do you know how worried I was? How could you do this to me?" Marcella complained, her eyes stinging with unshed tears.
Diego, seated in a dimly lit room, slowly swirled the alcohol in his glass before answering. "Mom, don’t be worried for me. I’m not a kid, and I can take care of myself."
"I’m your mother. I can’t stop but worry for you," Marcella insisted, her voice trembling with fear. "Your father is still upset with Frida too, but I managed to convince him to keep her home for now. I will do everything I can to bring you back."
"No, Mom. I am no longer interested in coming back to that house," Diego stated firmly, finally rising to his feet. He drained the last of his drink and walked out onto the balcony to breathe in the cool night air. "Dad questioned my capabilities. I will show him what I can do for real, without his shadow or interference."
"Diego, but—"
"Please, Mother. I am sick of being sheltered and constantly relying on your help," he interrupted. "You must focus on taking care of yourself and Frida. Sara might have broken ties with the family, but she may return once her anger subsides. Don’t forget, her grandmother also lives in that house, and Sara won’t abandon that connection easily," Diego remarked, hinting at Sara’s calculated nature.
"Sara isn’t going to return," Marcella stated with a confidence. "She has left for good."
Diego sneered, shaking his head at his mother’s naivety. "Mom, don’t underestimate her greed. Well, I’m going to bed now. I’ll be hanging up. Good night." He pressed the cut button, and the call disconnected.
Diego stared out over the cityscape for a moment before dialing Mathias, who answered after a few rings.
"I’ve made the decision," Diego announced.
"Hmm? What is it?" Mathias asked, his tone neutral as he glanced down at a file he was holding.
"I can’t join you. I am sorry," Diego replied, confirming his choice to reject Mathias’s offer.
Mathias cocked an eyebrow in amusement on the other end. "Are you sure about that?"
"Yes. I want to do something else, something entirely on my own," Diego answered, his voice infused with renewed purpose.
"Alright. I respect your ambition," Mathias conceded. "But be warned: if your ’something else’ is related to harming Sara, then—"
"You warned me about Luca," Diego cut him off, a sharp edge to his voice. "I am not fool enough to do anything that would put my life in danger by crossing him. My grudge with Sara is something personal. So, I’ll take care of it in my own way."
"Alright," Mathias replied.
"Thanks," Diego said and hung up the call.
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The next morning, Sara emerged from the luxurious shower, wrapped snugly in a bathrobe. She paused when she saw Luca. He was sprawled comfortably on the recliner across the suite, already dressed, and scrolling casually through his phone.
"When did you wake up?" Sara asked, beginning to dry her damp hair with a small towel. Last night, things had escalated between them, and she had allowed him to do far more than she ever imagined. Though she secretly enjoyed it, Luca had teased her relentlessly about her eagerness throughout dinner. She had hoped he would sleep in late, granting her a peaceful morning alone, but that hadn’t happened.
Luca grinned, grabbed a large shopping bag containing a dress, and stood up.
"I woke up right after you slipped out of bed," Luca answered smoothly, holding out the bag. "To fulfill your urgent request, to bring you proper clothes." He gestured to her to take the bag.
Sara took the bag from him, peering inside. "Did you go to buy it personally? But it’s still so early morning," she whispered, biting her lower lip.
"I have a friend here who owns a clothes shop. I asked a small favor from him to open early," Luca stated, confirming his resourcefulness.
"Do you have friends in every place we go?" Sara muttered softly, shaking her head. She pulled out the main items, a lovely sky blue top paired with a long white skirt. However, nestled beneath them, she spotted a delicate lingerie set. She quickly pushed it back down, choosing to ignore it, and turned to walk past him on his right.
But Luca was too quick. He pulled her back instantly, his hand circling her waist possessively, anchoring her against his chest. He buried his nose deep in her damp hair, inhaling her fresh scent.
Her breath caught in her throat as a sharp gasp escaped her lips, her mind racing with the exciting, dangerous possibility that something intimate might happen again, right then and there.
To her surprise, Luca let go of her, but not without lingering anticipation. "Get ready," he instructed. "We will be having our breakfast outside."
She walked quickly into the dressing area and changed into the clothes he had bought: the sky blue top and long white skirt. Sitting in front of the mirror, she carefully dried her hair first, then applied light makeup to her face. Clipping her hair up with a simple clutch, she walked back out. She saw Luca putting on a long, tailored coat, clearly ready to face the mountain air.
"The dress looks good on you," he complimented, his eyes warm as he appreciated the simple elegance of the outfit. "The sandals are in this bag," he added, showing her another small shopping bag.
"Did you wake up the entire town here?" Sara chuckled, pulling out a pair of simple white sandals to complete the outfit.
"You don’t know the extent to which I can go for you," Luca stated, his expression suddenly serious and revealing a dedicated side to him that she was only just beginning to see and feel drawn to.
"By the way," Luca suddenly asked, his voice smooth and deceptively casual, "shouldn’t you kiss me?" He asked the question the moment Sara straightened up after putting on her sandals.
"Why?" Sara blinked rapidly, immediately looking away from him. She felt the air grow warm around her as Luca suddenly closed the distance, appearing right in front of her.
He leaned down, close enough that she could feel his breath, close enough to seal the deal with a kiss. Sara closed her eyes promptly, heart beating in anticipation.
Instead of meeting her lips, Luca gave her a gentle flick on the bridge of her nose and then walked ahead, heading toward the door.
She was quick to open her eyes, her expression a mix of annoyance and surprise, and saw him laughing lightly to himself.
"I—I wasn’t expecting a kiss," she stammered, trying to mask her anticipation with feigned indifference as she hurried to follow his lead.
They both stepped out of the hotel to the nearby cafe, which was bustling with couples. Luca ordered coffee, apple pies and toasts for them when his eyes fell upon the same man whom he had seen yesterday before entering the elevator.
’What’s going on?’ Luca thought, thinking about the man he had seen the previous night. He walked over to the small round table where Sara was waiting for him and casually pulled out his phone. He quickly composed and sent a message to Remo before slipping the phone back into the inner pocket of his coat.
Before they could settle, a young girl approached Sara, holding out her phone. "Miss, can you take a picture of me and my mother?"
"Of course, sweetheart," Sara agreed warmly, her attention instantly shifting to the pleasant request. She took the phone from the girl and stepped back a few paces, clicking a few pictures of the young girl and her mother against the beautiful backdrop.
"Thank you so much," the lady said gratefully, smiling alongside her daughter.
"You have such a beautiful daughter," Sara returned the compliment with a genuine smile.
"Thank you," the lady acknowledged, beaming with pride.
"Would you like to click some pictures with your husband? I can do it for you," the polite lady offered, sensing Sara’s kind nature.
"No, thank you," Sara politely refused, giving the lady a final appreciative smile.
As the woman and her daughter moved away, Sara returned to her own table, where Luca was waiting for her.
"Wasn’t that girl so cute?" Sara said, sitting down. "She came here with her mother. Such a blessed girl." Her cheerful smile, however, faded slightly as she spoke the last words, the comparison inevitably drawing her mind back to the painful absence of her own mother from her current life.
Luca reached her hand, held it before gently caressing it. "No one is cuter than you," he whispered.
Sara ended up smiling. "I am not a girl anymore," she murmured.
"Well, I have seen you from a young age. You have always been cute," Luca stated, holding her gaze.
Sara’s heart skipped a beat to hear such a deep statement.