Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 514 Actually, Khloe could sense that Nick's body had grown weaker. Her heart was even more unsettled now. But she didn't want to show too much worry-she didn't want him to feel burdened. Meanwhile, on the other side, Winnie was still at the Morrison Group HQ, working late. She really didn't have the natural talent her mother had. Although she was familiar with the techniques, she was always a step behind others. Her progress on the internship assessment goals was still less than ten percent.

After discovering yet another failed experiment, Winnie slumped in her chair, overwhelmed by frustration, wishing she could just vanish on the spot. Maybe she really didn't belong at Morrison Group She turned to the window and saw that all the surrounding buildings had already gone dark. Closing her eyes, she rested briefly before dragging herself downstairs, utterly exhausted. Her phone buzzed. It was a call from Michael.

The moment she answered, his voice overlapped from her ear and back, "Just finished work?" ---- "Michael..." Winnie immediately turned around and hung up the call, a bit surprised and delighted. "What are you..." "Let's go. It's too late-I'll take you home." Michael was still in his suit, a faint scent of alcohol clinging to him, looking like he had just wrapped up work. Indeed, he had temporarily returned to Goldmont for Morrison Group today, putting aside other tasks.

Michael was good at adjusting to the situation; this afternoon, he had almost missed an important business negotiation, but by working late, he managed to handle itin time. How did you know | was still working here?" Winnie asked curiously once inside the car. She hadn't told him her exact work hours-what a coincidence. Michael replied, "Next time you work late without posting anything, | probably won't know." Winnie remembered with a start-she had only sent a little sigh emoji earlier. She fell silent.

Michael had brought her something: he pointed to the center console, where a cup of hot drink and a box of ---- pastries sat She happened to be hungry and didn't hesitate to open it. The drink was chocolate, her favorite, and the pastries were savory- crispy beef buns. "Where is this from? It tastes so familiar... like that snack shop near school." She paused, surprised. That had been the little shop she and Michael often went to. She loved its savory treats, and most of their meetings had started there.

Sometimes, when she felt upset at home, she'd go late at night to eat, because the shop stayed open from afternoon until midnight But this shop was so far from here-Michael couldn't have gone all that way just to buy it for her, could he? "Hotel," Michael said casually. "I thought it tasted a bit like the old place we used to go to, so! brought some over," he added. Winnie nodded, chewing on the crispy beef bun, thoughtful Once she swallowed, she said, "Thank you... You remembered what I liked to eat." Michael glanced at her.

She handled the food so carefully, afraid even a crumb would fall in his car. Seeing her so obedient, his heart suddenly felt a swirl of emotions. ---- The old Winnie had never been described as "obedient." No matter what he did, he probably wouldn't have even heard a single "thank you." But today, when she had seen him off at Morrison Group, she had repeated those words over and over. Michael thought wryly, 'I was helping my cousin. Isn't it me who. should be saying "thank you" instead?