Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 643 Michael was used to lightly seasoned, healthy meals. It wasn't that he was picky-it was just that he truly couldn't get used to the heavy flavors of takeout food. "You're going to cook for me?" Hearing Winnie say this, his face lit up. "Isn't that too much trouble for you?" "It's fine. I'll cook for you, and you can cook for me too," Winnie said calmly. "Okay," Michael nodded, his eyes full of anticipation, as if she had just promised him something incredible. Winnie lowered her head.

She had steeled herself mentally, but barely a few steps into reality, the weight of the situation hit her. She hadn't answered the calls from Mr. and Mrs. Olson, who had been messaging her all day, urging her to divorce Michael and come back home. Otherwise, they warned, Michael would suffer, and even if she left the Olson family, she would end up sharing the hardship-both sides losing, and all for nothing. Winnie knew they didn't really want her to leave; they wanted to keep her under control.

Though her mother's funds and patents were still technically under the family's management, if Winnie proved herself, there was still a chance to reclaim them. ---- She wasn't afraid to endure hardship alone. But dragging Michael into it made her uneasy. That morning, seeing Michael so resolute, she had felt a surge of determination, thinking perhaps she could protect him, just as he had always protected her. But now, seeing him struggle to even eat, her confidence faltered. "Michael, | think your father just wants you to go back and admit a mistake..." she began tentatively. "Right.

Tell me your plan. We have no way out now-how do we reclaim your mother's inheritance?" Michael interrupted her deliberately. Winnie froze, caught off guard "What? You have so little confidence?" Michael said, always able to see through her. She lowered her head, speechless. The next moment, he grabbed her hand. Warmth radiated from his large palm, and she relaxed slightly. "But | have confidence in myself, and in you. Even if my family is no longer backing me, | won't fall. And even if you're still weak, you should move toward your goal.

This time, I'm with you- ---- unless | fall first, you cannot retreat." His words were gentle yet firm, a steady current of energy that filled Winnie's heart. She blinked, cheeks flushed, gazing at him for a long moment, and then smiled faintly. "Then don't blame me if you lose." "If | lose, | accept it. You win, you win," Michael said, pulling her close into his arms. The next morning, Winnie headed to work early. She was determined-no matter what, she had to pass the evaluation. Michael, however, stayed home. Over the years, he had worked tirelessly, rarely sleeping in.

Now, with his position paused and no urgent work to attend to, he had slept until noon, only waking to a call from the housekeeper. Michael had half expected it to be Oscar causing trouble again, but instead, the housekeeper had quietly taken it upon himself to bring in new furniture and hire a cleaning lady. "Sir, you've always cared for us. Now that you're married, this is everyone's way of showing their support. Please don't be shy." ---- "All right. Thank you," Michael replied. He couldn't refuse the housekeeper's kindness and decided to keep a record to repay them later.

As the housekeeper prepared to leave, Michael personally escorted him out and brought up the matter he had asked him to investigate earlier. "That matter is very important. Please make sure it remains confidential," Michael said.