Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 637 However, almost immediately, a bank alert popped up on Michael's phone-his card had been frozen. Winnie saw the message too, and her heart sank. Oscar had made his move. "You go back. | can walk on my own," she said, turning to leave. But Michael gripped her wrist firmly. "Winnie, are you really going to leave me now? Don't you have any conscience?" His voice finally cracked with emotion. The calm, composed man from just moments ago now carried a faint, simmering anger. Winnie flushed, panicked. "I'm sorry, Michael! | didn't think it would escalate this far.

Oscar is actually following through his threats... You should go back now and apologize!" "I don't want to apologize..." His voice dropped, heavy and low. " Because | only like one person. | like one person, and there's nothing wrong with that." Before Winnie could respond, Michael raised his hand and pressed it gently to her cheek. His usually soft gaze now cut like a blade straight to her heart. ---- It took her a moment to recover. Her mind raced-was he.. confessing to her? "Michael, you. "| don't care if you like me, even a little, or not at all. | just... like you.

| like someone, and naturally, | want to be with her. What's wrong with that?" Each word struck like a drumbeat, pressing her into silence, leaving her breathless. Winnie stared at him, memories flooding back to their childhood. The first time they met, Michael had already said he liked her. But it was childhood talk-innocent, taken lightly by both of them "Michael..." Her brow furrowed, her mind a storm. For a long moment, she couldn't find words to respond. The words she almost spoke caught in her throat. She felt the same way-liking someone was vulnerability, it was heartache.

Michael had claimed both for himself. She had known long ago she could no longer treat him as just a childhood friend, an ordinary companion. Otherwise, she never would have let herself go with him to register their marriage. But... if she reciprocated his feelings, she couldn't bear the cost ---- of all he had sacrificed for her. Night had fallen, and the streetlights stretched their shadows long and close. Seeing the weight in her expression, the hope in Michael's eyes dimmed slightly. He smiled softly. "I'm not saying this to trap you," he murmured.

"| just want you to know that everything I've done comes from my heart. You don't have the right to stop me from liking you, so don't feel pressured or guilty. Our agreement still stands. And when you ever want to leave... you can." Winnie felt a swell of anguish so intense, she nearly cried. She hurriedly lowered her gaze, afraid Michael would see her embarrassment, and pulled out her phone to call a taxi. But, of course, her phone was dead-automatically shut off. Michael chuckled, exhaling softly. "No matter.

Let's just keep walking, There's a taxi stand ahead." "Okay." She nodded, following closely behind him. Michael's frame was tall and lean. He looked slim in clothes, but there was muscle beneath-a tight, powerful body that exuded a subtle, undeniable sexiness. She couldn't help but notice. She liked it... immensely. ---- Winnie's gaze lingered on his back, and her thoughts betrayed her, They walked along the roadside for some time. In the distance, car headlights swept past, and an empty taxi gradually pulled up. Michael signaled it to stop.

On the ride back, Winnie remained silent, her mind a storm of feelings, and Michael said nothing, allowing the quiet to stretch comfortably between them.