Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 639 "I..." Winnie's voice trailed off. "Do you know, Winnie? True love for someone only grows after you've liked them for a long time. And long-lasting love doesn't come from seeing only the good-it comes after you've seen all their flaws, all the parts of them that are messy and unlovable." Michael didn't want to make things difficult for her, so he answered her question first. "To truly like someone means embracing even the parts you dislike the most, because they're part of who they are. | like you.

If | only liked the good parts of you and turned away from your flaws, that would make my feelings shallow, wouldn't it?" His voice was calm, soft, but it stirred her heart like spring rain pooling in a quiet pond "It doesn't matter if you don't like yourself. | like you, and I'll make you see yourself the way | see you." He spoke casually, like coaxing a child, though he knew Winnie's sensitivity. After seeing him clash with his father tonight, she must have been hurting even more than he was.

But he hadn't expected that as soon as the words left his mouth, tears would spill down her face uncontrollably. ---- "Why are you crying..." Winnie could no longer hold it in. She had tried to be strong, to endure-as she always had with Michael. But who could stay stoic in front of someone who had cared for them so sincerely, for so long? "Winni Michael fumbled, trying to wipe her tears, but she pressed her face against his chest and cried even harder. The more she cried, the more it seemed to pour out of her. "Don't...

Did | say something wrong...?" "No..." Between hiccups and sobs, her words finally came out, thick with grief, "Michael... you're really unbearable... Why do you have to be so good to me...? Don't you know... if you weren't so good to me, | wouldn't feel like this, | wouldn't feel so useless...?" Hearing her cry like this, Michael's heart broke. He couldn't find words, only patted her back over and over, murmuring apologies, trying to comfort her. Winnie had never cried in front of him before.

She had always guarded her pride fiercely-never lowering her head, never succumbing to sorrow, especially never in tears. ---- "You're not wrong..." Facing his apology, she shook her head while brushing away her tears. "The one who's wrong... is me. I've been too afraid to admit it, too afraid to believe it..." She lifted her head from his chest, her tear-blurred eyes meeting his. Moonlight scattered across her damp lashes, turning into tiny glittering prisms. Michael stared at her in surprise.

Her trembling, choked voice carried so much grievance, so much vulnerable sweetness-like asmall, stubborn kitten throwing itself into his arms. "Winnie... are you saying... that you feel the same as me? That you... like me?" His heart began to race. The meaning behind her words was unmistakable. A slow smile tugged at his lips. Her eyes were red, but she nodded solemnly. "I've been with a lot of people," she said through trembling breaths, "but that was only because | didn't dare face the one person I truly cared about. | tried to find someone to replace you ..

because | was afraid that one day, you would leave me. I'd rather we had never started than risk losing you. ---- "And... you've become so accomplished now, and I'm still standing in the same place... | feel unworthy of you: "| watched you treat everyone with kindness, gentle but measured, and | thought... maybe you only treat me out of duty, habit, or a little pit Michael didn't want to hear any more excuses. Without a word, he pulled her close and kissed her, silencing her. It didn't matter how she had treated him in the past.

All that mattered was that now, in this moment, her heart was his-and that alone filled him completely.