Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 565 Winnie's voice trailed off. Charlotte seemed to understand her thoughts. "Because... what you're really afraid of is that he didn't go at all." Winnie, her last layer of pretense stripped away, lowered her head and stayed silent. Charlotte pressed her lips together, then, after a moment, began tidying up the items on the table. "Come on. Back to work." "Just like that?" Winnie looked at her in surprise. She had expected Charlotte to say more-maybe scold her for acting so selfishly, so cowardly, without considering others. Or perhaps offer a few words of comfort.

But Charlotte only looked into her eyes and smiled lightly. "Your life isn't for anyone else to judge. | can't fix your guilt, and | can't make the choice for you. If you truly believed he wouldn't go, you wouldn't be tangled up like this. If you really didn't want +o go, you wouldn't be overthinking everything." With that, Charlotte turned and strode away. ---- Winnie stood, unable to stop herself from calling out again. "Charlotte... do you think | did something wrong?" "There isn't always a right or wrong.

And even if you did make a mistake, which is better for your heart: running away or facing it? "Charlotte smiled gently and walked on without another word. Winnie looked out the window once more. The rain poured relentlessly, and the sky seemed darker than before. "Sir, | don't think Miss Winnie is coming." Time dragged by. Michael's assistant, holding an umbrella, finally whispered again. He had hinted several times, but Michael remained unmoving, standing at the courthouse's entrance, staring into the distance without blinking.

The water pooling on the ground sent ripples splashing against their wet legs "Should we... wait in the car?" the assistant asked again. Michael glanced at him and finally said, "Wait in the car. I'll be a while longer." ---- His assistant watched him, unable to leave. The rain hadn't let up, and time was slipping. Soon, the courthouse would close for lunch. She clearly wasn't coming Sigh. Why was his boss so stubborn? Despite knowing Winnie couldn't be relied on, Michael still persisted so foolishly.

Still, the assistant quietly felt relieved that she wasn't coming That way, Michael wouldn't get caught in a tug-of-war between his father and his own feelings. Oscar had commanded that Michael cut off all contact with Winnie. Everyone in the family-and even people in their company-knew this. So this was Michael openly defying his father, in secret. He planned to go ahead first, and report later-registering their marriage and moving in while Oscar was away on a business trip. The assistant had been shocked when he learned Michael's plan.

He had tried to dissuade him at length, but seeing Michael's resolve, he chose instead to help him carry it out in secret, keeping it from Oscar. Since Michael began taking over company affairs, the assistant had become his private aide. Michael treated him extremely well ---- =not just in work, but with his family too, caring for them like they were his own. If helping Michael achieve his wish meant risking Oscar's reprimand, the assistant would gladly take it. The weather was still bad.

Inside the courthouse, there weren't many people, and the newlyweds finished their paperwork and left one by one. Michael finally stepped out. The assistant's umbrella hadn't reached him in time, and the rain instantly soaked his glasses. As Michael removed them to wipe the lenses, the assistant's voice trembled.