[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my":3,"chapter-bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-241":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","[BL] Bound to My Enemy: The Billionaire Who Took My Girl",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1735866,2219,"Chapter 241: Potential Husband\u002FTuesday Morning","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-241",241,"\u003Cp>NOAH\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassian started rattling off options like he was reading from a five-star menu. Eggs Benedict, omelets with herbs I’d never heard of, avocado toast with some kind of specialty salt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can you actually make all of those? I wondered. Who are you?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just... eggs and toast,\" I said. \"Simple.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He got to work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the most surreal thing I’d ever seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassian Wolfe, the man who ran XUM with an iron fist, the man who probably had a body count higher than my GPA, was moving through a kitchen with the specific, quiet competence of a professional chef.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew exactly where the spatula was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cracked eggs with one hand. His movements weren’t a performance; they were just functional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And somehow, that was worse. Seeing his broad back, the way the silk of his shirt strained across his shoulders as he leaned over the stove... it was attractive in a way that felt deeply unfair. He looked domestic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked like a husband.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I rested my chin on my hand, the flush still warm on my cheeks. I told myself I wasn’t staring. I was definitely staring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As I watched him flip the eggs, a thought arrived. It was the same one that had been hovering since that night on the sofa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unnamed person from Cassian’s past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one who had taught him how to be something other than a weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I looked at Cassian’s back and wondered if the person who had made him comfortable in a kitchen was that same person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he the one who had taught Cassian that a home could be something other than a battlefield?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I promised myself I wouldn’t dwell on it. Not this morning. This morning was too good to ruin with ghosts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was in a beautiful villa, wearing the clothes of a man I was terrifyingly close to loving, watching him make me breakfast on a Tuesday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The version of Noah Bennett that existed six months ago, the one who was just a nervous analyst at the very same firm, wouldn’t even recognize this life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new thought drifted in. A dangerous one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if this were just... how it is?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if I got to have this every Tuesday?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if this wasn’t a temporary arrangement or a high-stakes game? The \"marriage thought\" flared up in my brain, completely ridiculous, utterly insane, and my heart did something embarrassing in my chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I looked down at the counter quickly, hoping my face wasn’t betraying the fact that I was mentally picking out flower arrangements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Here,\" Cassian said, sliding a plate in front of me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was perfect. The eggs were exactly the right consistency, the toast was golden, and he’d even sliced the fruit in a way that looked artistic. I looked at the plate, then up at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How—\" I started, then stopped. \"Never mind.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just eat,\" he continued, sitting across from me with his own plate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I took a bite. It was genuinely good. I wanted to find a flaw, some small thing to prove he wasn’t perfect at everything, but I couldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is good,\" I admitted reluctantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassian didn’t respond with words, but I caught the briefest flicker of a smile. A real one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s the meeting about today?\" I asked, trying to steer the conversation into safer, professional waters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The rehabilitation center project,\" Cassian said. \"We’re finalizing the hospital involvement and the government funding. XUM is taking the lead on the infrastructure.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the mention of the hospital, I felt a small flicker of unease. Nick. The hospital was Nick’s project. My expression must have shifted because Cassian stopped mid-bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You won’t run into him again,\" Cassian said simply. There was a casual, absolute protection in his voice. Like he was stating a law of nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You don’t have to do that,\" I said, meeting his eyes. \"I can handle Nick. I’ve been handling Nick since before you existed in my life. He’s a thorn, but he’s my thorn. I know how his mind works.\" I paused, my voice softening. \"My father is a different story. He’s... more difficult. But Nick? I’m fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassian studied me for a long moment, searching for a crack in my resolve. \"Are you sure?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes,\" I said, holding his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassian gave me a slow, real smile, the rare kind that reached his eyes. \"Good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The meeting starts in twenty minutes,\" Cassian said as he stood to clear the plates. \"The representative is coming here. You aren’t needed for this one, Noah. Go rest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded like an instruction, but the way he looked at me made it feel like a gift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I headed back upstairs. The bedroom was still a mess, the sheets were crumpled, carrying the heavy scent of Cassian and the evidence of our night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miss Chen hadn’t been in to clean yet. I climbed back into the bed, pulling the duvet up to my chin reaching for the TV remote. I’d stopped pretending I didn’t love the way everything here smelled like him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My phone buzzed on the nightstand. A text from Mason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hey, did you get home okay?? Haven’t seen you this morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stared at the screen. The lie felt heavy in my thumbs as I typed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah, got home fine. Running a little late today. See you later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sent it, feeling a twinge of guilt. Mason would lose his mind, in the best way possible, if he knew where I was, but I wasn’t ready to share this. This Tuesday morning was mine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I lay there as the sun moved across the curtains, listening to the low, distant murmur of voices from the kitchen downstairs. Cassian’s voice, deep, authoritative, present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I felt happy. It was a specific, fragile kind of happy, the kind you feel when you know the floor could drop out at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for now, I was choosing to ignore the floor. I was choosing to be in this bed, with these marks on my skin and this breakfast in my stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You can worry about what this means later, I told myself. Right now, it’s Tuesday. And that’s enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I almost believed it.\u003C\u002Fp>",1032,"2026-06-06T16:23:43.455Z",1,"novelbin.me","5f453f4847d03413a774134108a5b63d1bfdacd25fab49f50d69942b176d0873","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-242","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-91",307,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-cover.jpg"]