Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 638 Back at home, Winnie went straight to her room. Seeing her retreat, Michael felt a pang of unease. Maybe he had given her too much pressure. Had he been wrong to reveal his feelings so openly? He was annoyed at himself, but the tension of the day had been too much to bear. He took a shower, changed into his pajamas, and went back to his room to rest. But sleep wouldn't come. Thoughts of his father's words cut him like a blade. Wealth, fame, and career-those were never his greatest concerns.

Everyone said his achievements so far were only possible because he had stood on the shoulders of the Morrison family, riding on his father's influence. He had always agreed. That was why, over the years, he had worked humbly and diligently-to one day inherit the family business without shame Now, perhaps it was better this way. Leaving the Morrison family would let him see his own worth clearly. Maybe he wasn't different from the other heirs, but perhaps he could become the man he aspired to be. What he truly worried about was the hurt he had caused his father.

Oscar had raised him with care, teaching him the ---- importance of filial piety, loyalty, and honor. Yet in matters of the heart, loyalty and love were hard to reconcile. He had betrayed his father. Still, Michael knew his father had everything in the world. As a son, he was just one part of Oscar's world of control. But Winnie was different. She had no one to rely on but him. And Michael was prepared to shoulder everything for her. Even if Oscar severed ties with him, he would still protect and care for her. As Michael tossed and turned, a soft knock sounded at the door.

Soon, Winnie's voice followed through the wood. "Michael... are you asleep?" "No." Michael got up and opened the door. Winnie stepped inside, draped in a thick shawl over a thin nightgown. The room was dark; the curtains were drawn back, letting cold, silver moonlight spill over the soft bed "Don't turn on the light," she said He paused, surprised. "What's wrong?" "Michael, | want to ask you-when you say you like me, what ---- exactly is it that you like about me?" Michael blinked, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "You're awake thinking about this instead of sleeping?" She nodded.

"Answer me first." He spoke softly, "There's no reason for liking someone. You just do." Winnie's gaze sharpened. "You know why everyone opposes us. Our families, our social status-it's all against us. I've been with so many men before, and my reputation isn't clean. Being with me has already cost you so much... yet you still chose me. You've even been hurt because of me." "Winnie..." "The most important thing is, you know all my flaws. I'm prickly, difficult, and full of problems. | can't even like myself sometimes. Why do you like me?" She spun around suddenly, and Michael followed closely.

They nearly collided, chest to chest He froze, looking at the deep furrow in her brow, and his heart clenched. He chuckled despite himself. ---- "What are you laughing at?" she demanded, bewildered. "I'm serious. I've never understood... what could | possibly have that's worth your affection?" Michael leaned close, voice low. "Then tell me first... why are you so curious about why | like you? Do you... like me?" Her eyes widened, her lashes trembling as she swallowed hard.