Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire Novel - Chapter 281

Chapter 281 We walked hand in hand along Bath's stone streets, both of us still processing the magical experience we'd just had at the Jane Austen Centre. The winter sun was already starting to set, even though it wasn't even four yet. It painted the sky in soft golds that reflected beautifully against the Georgian architecture around us. It felt like we were strolling through a living postcard. "It would've already been a perfect day even if it ended right there," I said, giving Nate's hand a squeeze as we passed a narrow street lined with little shops dressed up in Christmas décor.

"Getting into the Jane Austen Centre on December twenty-fourth, having a completely private experience, wearing period clothes... it felt like living out a dream I didn't even know I had." Nate smiled that secretive smile that always meant he was hiding something wonderful. "I told you I had one more surprise," he said, guiding me around another corner. When we turned, I found myself standing in front of one of Bath's most iconic landmarks: the Roman Baths.

But like every other tourist attraction in the city, the place was clearly closed, with 'Closed for Christmas' signs posted on the doors and not a single soul in sight. "Nate," I said, stopping mid-step. "It's closed." "Is it?" he asked with that fake innocence I was starting to recognize as a warning sign. Before I could answer, I saw a middle-aged man walking toward the main entrance. He spotted us and waved, heading straight over with a warm smile. "Mr. Carter," he said, shaking Nate's hand. "Punctual as always.

Everything is prepared just as we discussed." I stared at Nate, then at the man, then back at Nate, trying to piece together what on earth was happening. "Dr. Harrison, thank you for doing this," Nate said. "This is Annie, the one I told you about." "Ah, the special young lady," Dr. Harrison said, greeting me with an unexpectedly genuine smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Anyone important to Nathaniel is welcome here." "You have more influence than you pretend..." I murmured to Nate as Dr. Harrison led us toward a side entrance. "Dr.

Harrison is one of the head curators," Nate explained like it was nothing. "A personal friend. When I told him I wanted to show you the Baths, he offered to make an exception." We stepped into what was normally one of the most crowded places in Bath-but right now it was completely empty, completely silent. Without the swarm of tourists, the chatter in ten different languages, or the constant clicking of cameras, the Roman Baths felt almost sacred. Warm amber lights illuminated the ancient stone, casting dramatic shadows across the columns.