Billionaire Is Allergic To All Women But Fell For Runaway Bride Hiding In His Bathroom

Insomnia. I’ve had it for years. Since your father died. His expression flickered. Does it matter?

Maybe. Novi stepped onto the balcony, keeping careful distance. My mother had terrible insomnia after my real father died.

She’d paced the house for hours. How did she cope? Novi smiled softly. Me? I helped her.

You? I used to sing to her every night when she couldn’t sleep. Old songs, lullabies.

Eventually, her eyes would close and she’d drift off. Zach was watching her intently now.

Those black eyes held something new. Interest, curiosity. You sing? Yes. Or I used to.

I haven’t sung for anyone since she died. Why not? Because there was no one left who wanted to hear.

Silence stretched between them. Then Zach said something that made her heart stutter. Sing for me.

Novi stared at him. What? You said you helped your mother sleep by singing. His voice was flat, but beneath it was something almost vulnerable.

I haven’t slept properly in 14 years. Like nothing works. He paused. Sing for me.

Novi studied his face, the sharp cheekbones, the tired eyes, the walls built so high no one could climb them.

He wasn’t commanding. He was asking because he was desperate. Okay, she whispered. Close your eyes.

She couldn’t trust her voice not to shake if he was looking at her. He hesitated, then obeyed.

Novi took a breath. And she sang. It started as barely a whisper, a soft hum carried on the night breeze.

An old melody her mother used to love. No words at first, just sound. Her voice rose gradually, gaining warmth and color.

It wasn’t trained. She’d never afforded lessons, but it was true. Clear as spring water, warm as honey in sunlight, rich with an emotion that seemed to come from somewhere deeper than her throat.

And the notes wrapped around them both like a blanket. Then the words came, >> “When the stars forget to shine and the moon hides her face.

When the world grows dark and cold, love will find a place. >> Her voice swelled, filling the balcony with sound that made the moonlight itself seemed to shimmer.

Each note was a confession. Each word was a prayer. Close your eyes. Let go of fear.

The night won’t last forever, my dear. She watched his face as she sang. The tension in his jaw slowly released.

His rigid shoulders softened. His breathing deepened, slowed. And when the dawn breaks through the gray, I’ll be here.

I’ll always stay. The last note hung like a held breath before fading into silence.

For a long moment, neither moved. Then Zach opened his eyes. He looked at her like he was seeing her for the first time.

On your voice, he said quietly. What about it? It’s not just beautiful. He paused, searching for words.

Something that clearly didn’t come easily. It’s transcendent. Like you’re translating emotions into sound. Heat rose to Novi’s cheeks.

It’s just singing. No. His black eyes held hers. It’s not. I’ve heard professional singers.

None of them made me feel what you just made me feel. What did I make you feel?

He was quiet. Safe, he said finally. For the first time in 14 years, I felt safe.

The word hung between them like a bridge. Novi didn’t know what to say. Is that what you wanted to do?

Zach asked. Before Vernon singing, she laughed softly. Wanted? Yes. Could afford to pursue? No.