The Billionaire Who Saved Me - Chapter 52: Chapter 52

Once the tears dried, clarity washed over me. I vowed to accept my place—no more delusions about things beyond my reach.
Sniffling, I got up and poured myself a glass of water. Then, I pulled the pillbox from my pocket. But the next second, I froze. It was a box of Vitamin C tablets.
I rubbed my eyes, certain I was hallucinating from the earlier breakdown. The box was similar in size to birth control packaging, but there they were, just ordinary vitamin tablets. I pinched my thigh hard to confirm it. It was real.
My heart hammered. Not contraceptives? Suddenly, last night's positions made sense. They had all been fertility-friendly.
I suddenly felt terrible regret for not checking the box earlier. I had cried over nothing for so long.
The shock sent my legs buckling. I sank to the floor, then jolted upright at the cold touch. From now on, I would be extra cautious. No more recklessness.
Following the instructions, I took a vitamin tablet. But when I turned to go out, the barricaded door gave me pause.
Afraid of moving heavy furniture harming a potential pregnancy, I called Mason. "Mase, can you do me a favor?"
"Yeah?" he replied.
"Um... Could you try pushing the door open?"
"Explain."
"Uh, the table accidentally blocked it. Now, it won't move back."
A pause. Then, Mason's voice laced with barely contained amusement. "Then 'accidentally' unblock it."
"Please?" No way to explain properly, so I defaulted to shameless whining.
"Unlock it first."
"Don't you have a key?" The second I spoke, I regretted it. Mason always used every little slip to trap me.
The door creaked open. Mason stepped in, his gaze immediately falling on the open vitamin box and water glass on the nightstand.
My face burned. What an embarrassing misunderstanding. "Thanks," I mumbled, avoiding his eyes as I scurried to the kitchen, stomach growling.
"You just ate," Mason remarked, leaning against the doorway.
"That was breakfast. This is lunch." No way I would admit my appetite magically returned after taking the vitamin tablet. It was awkward, but I doubled down with a straight face.
Mason was about to retort when the doorbell rang.
Nadia was out grocery shopping. She never rang the bell, just used the key. Mason's friends never visited here either. The only people who could come by were the Knight family members.
A wave of nervousness hit me. Had they come to pick a fight? But yesterday's tension had seemed superficially resolved.
"You get it," I urged Mason nervously.
Mason shot me a look. "Why don't you?"
I stuck out my tongue. "I'm scared."
Mason shot me a glare but said nothing as he went to open the door.
I strained to listen from the kitchen, ready to hide if Joey's voice rang out.
Instead, a familiar feminine tone greeted Mason. "Hello, Mr. Knight."
"Come in," Mason replied.
It was Elena. My shoulders relaxed instantly. Then, I remembered that Mason had mentioned assigning her as my full-time assistant yesterday.
I rushed out eagerly. "Hi, Elena! Did you miss me?"
"Good day, Ms. Gordon," Elena responded formally.
Her stiffness reminded me of my slip-up. I smiled, "We're at home, not the office. No need for formalities here."
"Okay," Elena said with a shy smile.
I tugged her onto the sofa. "Let's go shopping later?"
Elena nodded. "Whatever you wish. I'm your assistant, after all."
Just then, Mason descended the stairs, impeccably dressed for work.
Elena sprang to her feet awkwardly, then flushed and sat back down.
Mason ignored her entirely, addressing only me. "Be careful not to catch a cold these days."
I knew exactly what he meant. "I will. What time will you be back?"
"After work." It was a non-answer. His schedule was always erratic.
With Mason gone, Elena visibly relaxed. She gazed around the house. "Ms. Gordon, your home is so big."
Just yesterday, I had stared at Knight Villa the same way, and now, I was the object of envy. The irony wasn't lost on me.
"Elena," I said, steering the conversation. "Just call me Kate when we're alone. We're friends. If you keep being so formal, I'll get mad."
She chuckled, "Don't be angry, Kate. It's just work habits."
"I don't care. No titles when it's just us, okay?"
"Alright."
We slipped back into our old rhythm—shopping for dresses and shoes. I wanted to give Elena something, but she stubbornly insisted on splitting every bill.
Having grown up together, I knew her very well. She said no, and she meant it.
As my assistant, she accompanied me everywhere. After shopping, we indulged in spa treatments, laughing like old times.
With Elena by my side, I was over the moon every single day. At first, she had been reserved, but within days, we became inseparable.
Then one afternoon, her smile faltered. "I had a best friend once," she said. "She was like you. But her husband killed her." Her eyes glistened.
I quickly changed the subject. "Elena, I'm about to get married. That's too grim."
"Sorry, Kate." Elena wiped her eyes. "Your fiancé adores you. You'll be happy." There was a hint of sadness in her eyes, but I could tell she truly meant what she said.
I smiled bitterly to myself. My happiness was only something seen from the outside.