A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 165

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John Stait was still watching me with clear amusement and growing interest.

He looked entirely too serious about whatever offer he was considering.

That alone was dangerous.

I lifted my glass and took a slow sip before setting it down again.

Then I met his gaze.

“Any job offer,” I said calmly, “will have to wait.”

He raised a brow.

“Oh?”

I nodded once.

“Yes.”

I let out a quiet breath.

For the first time that night, I allowed a hint of exhaustion to show.

“I have not had a decent amount of sleep in months.”

The truth of it settled more heavily than I expected.

Because now that everything had stopped moving-

I could feel it.

The weight.

The fatigue.

The strain of surviving one crisis after another without pause.

John’s expression shifted.

Still interested.

But softer now.

More understanding,

“A fair condition,” he said.

Scott lifted his drink.

“The smartest thing said all night.”

Sierra nodded in agreement.

“Sleep first. Negotiate later.”

I smiled faintly.

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“Exactly.”

Then I glanced sideways at Jason.

“And if anyone tries to recruit me before I’ve slept for at least three uninterrupted days, I’ll consider it a hostile act.”

That earned another round of laughter.

Jason’s hand settled over mine on the table.

Warm.

Steady.

Grounding.

“Noted,” he said.

I looked at him.

“Good.”

Because right then, more than victory, revenge, money, or offers-

What I wanted most-

Was rest.

Eventually, the night began to wind down.

The adrenaline had burned off, the laughter had softened, and exhaustion was finally catching up to both of us.

It was time to leave.

Jason and I stood together, saying our goodbyes around the table.

Scott shook Jason’s hand and clapped him on the shoulder again.

Sierra hugged me warmly and told me she expected updates.

Others offered handshakes, nods, and amused looks that still had not faded.

More than one person congratulated Jason.

Not for surviving the night.

Not for the mission.

For me.

“Exceptional taste,” one of them said.

“You’re a lucky man,” another added.

Jason looked vaguely uncomfortable under the attention, which only made it more entertaining.

Before he could answer, I did.

“Luck had nothing to do with it,” I said calmly.

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Several people looked at me.

did Jason.

I smiled faintly.

“Jason is simply amazing.”

Silence followed.

Short.

Complete.

Jason actually looked speechless.

The legendary Cronos, feared by enemies and admired by soldiers, defeated by a compliment.

Scott burst out laughing first.

The rest followed quickly.

I only reached for Jason’s hand.

“Come on,” I said softly.

He let me lead him out without argument.

Still silent.

Still stunned.

Outside, the city felt quieter than before.

The streets nearly empty.

The sky beginning to pale.

Jason called for a car, and we waited together in the cool night air, our hands still linked.

Neither of us spoke much.

We did not need to.

When the car arrived, we climbed in and let the silence carry us home.

By the time we reached the fairy house, the world felt still.

1 No sirens.

No voices.

No danger.

Only silence.

The gates opened.

The house stood glowing softly in the dark, untouched and waiting.

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I stepped out of the car and inhaled deeply.

Men exhaled.

Long.

Heavy.

Inside, everything was quiet.

The children were asleep.

The lights dimmed.

The chaos of the night felt impossibly far away.

I climbed the stairs slowly.

As I passed, I let my fingers glide over the railing.

The smooth curve of it.

The familiar texture beneath my hand.

Something real.

Something safe. 1

I sighed.

Not from fear.

Not from pain.

From finally being home.

I do not remember reaching the bedroom.

I remember Jason’s hand at my back.

The quiet warmth of the room.

The bed.

And then-

Nothing.

For the first time in longer than I wanted to admit, sleep took me completely.

No alarms.

No plans.

No fear.

No need to stay alert.

Only warmth.

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At some point during the night, I had curled into Jason without thinking.

When I woke later, I was still there.

Safe in his arms.

His body wrapped around mine, one arm secure at iny waist, his breathing deep and steady against the back of my.

neck.

Even asleep, he had not let go.

It might have stayed perfect.