Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 568 Winnie whispered, "If your dad knew you were doing this, he would hate me to death." "Worrying about that now... isn't it a little too late?" Michael let out a soft laugh. While she spoke, he had already opened her luggage. Not that she had much. She hadn't brought anything from the Olson residence, and during the past few days at the hotel, she'd bought only a few pieces of clothing-barely enough to fill a single shopping bag. Michael frowned, casually hanging her clothes in the wardrobe.

Then he pulled a card from his pocket and placed it on the bed "This is what you should be thinking about now-your new life." It was an unlimited spending card for a luxury shopping mall He knew that simply giving her cash would bruise her pride. Instead, using the marriage agreement as justification, he could present it as practical: now that they were married, they had to live together. There was no reason for her to live poorly. Michael always had standards-he wouldn't allow her to ruin his ---- style of handling things Winnie didn't refuse.

"T'l return it after | use it." Michael nodded immediately. "Fine. Use it, then return it. But it's unlimited-there's no way you'll finish it all." She fell silent for a moment. Their definitions of "use it" were clearly not the same. After the card, Michael paused, then pulled a small black velvet box from his pocket and handed it to her. Her eyes flickered-she didn't even need to look to know what it was. "Maybe... we don't need this?" she said hesitantly. "| want us to do it properly," he said, unsmiling. From his pocket, he pulled another ring box.

Opening both, there was a pair of wedding rings. Winnie's diamond was over ten carats, the setting elaborate and dazzling. "Did you pick these?" she asked, before he grabbed her hand and slid the ring onto her finger. He held her delicate hand in his, inspecting it. "Perfect." 1 ---- Her hands were exquisite, and the ring fit them flawlessly. Heat rushed to her cheeks. "How did you know my finger size?" "Felt it," Michael said simply. Her ears burned. She wanted to snap at him, but when she opened her mouth, the words failed her. "Michael... when did you become so...

smooth-talking?" "Did |?" he murmured, slipping the matching ring onto his own hand, tilting his head slightly. He seemed unconcerned with her words, though a shadow of thought lingered behind his calm. Smooth-talking? She had always complained he was too blunt, too wooden, couldn't speak, couldn't act. She'd rather be with men like that- charming, talkative-than notice him. After setting Winnie up, Michael asked his assistant to arrange for two attendants: one to cook, one for daily cleaning Having gotten soaked in the rain, she soon sneezed repeatedly.

Michael bought her medicine, made her take it, and insisted she rest before leaving to handle his own business. Once he left, Winnie lay down. ---- Though she usually struggled to sleep in unfamiliar places, in this new bedroom, she felt an unusual calm, and sleep came quickly. Yet, before closing her eyes, she clutched the marriage license tightly. Only then did she allow herself to drift off. Today's marriage registration would remain a secret-for now. Michael was thinking of her, and as far as the Olsons were concerned, they could wait until her probation period ended.

As for dealing with Oscar... what was coming, would come. Michael was already prepared