Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 735 Ethan had never cared to explain himself to anyone. Yet at this moment, he desperately wanted to lay his heart bare before Charlotte. Was this his retribution? Punishment for all the ways he had toyed with love and twisted hearts? So now that he was actually serious, his heart was destined to be trampled? "Charlotte, listen to me carefully--Nancy never loved me!" "She was someone | sponsored for three years. We exchanged countless letters. | knew she was a wonderful girl... it's just that when | met her, she was already ill.

| tried to guide her for a long time, but | couldn't save her in the end... "! admit, | said harsh things to her. | thought she was useless! | never understood how someone could be driven to despair over love. My biggest regret... is that she was one of the few people who ever truly cared for me, yet | couldn't offer her the care she needed... | couldn't be there when she needed me most!" Charlotte froze, stunned for a full minute. Ethan's face was flushed, veins standing out on his neck. Tears glistened in his eyes, as if he were genuinely crushed and wronged.

---- But Charlotte quickly recovered. Her lips curled into a faint smirk, her brow furrowing "Making up stories, huh? Ethan, you? Sponsor someone who has nothing to do with you? But | have to admit, you're impressive- lying like that and almost making me feel for you. Almost." She ground her teeth, each word dripping with sarcasm. Ethan seemed at his wit's end. He took a few steps forward, slammed Charlotte against the corner of the table, and gripped her arms with all his strength "You still don't believe me? What do | have to do for you to believe me?

Do you want me to go find Nancy's family?" Charlotte looked at him with apprehension. He seemed unhinged, yet he refused to back down. "Ethan, when someone's dead, there's no proof. Say whatever you want, but I only believe what | see... because | know exactly what kind of person you are!" Ethan fell silent. Her words hit him straight in the chest. What kind of person was he? ---- A rotten one. From the moment he was a child, he had been doomed never to be the kind of person anyone could like. All those years flashed through his mind in an instant.

Countless nights alone in the dark, enduring fear, pandering to Clarice. Outwardly, he perfected the art of feigned politeness, never a shred of sincerity In the world of fame and wealth, he was greedy and insatiable; in matters of the heart, he was untouchable, calculating... Everything that made him feel alive became a selfish indulgence, a way to comfort himself. Why didn't he trust love? Of course, he didn't. No one had ever truly seen him. No one had ever trusted him. Even if he had wanted to love. Even if he had done good deeds.

They would always be twisted, interpreted as having hidden motives. That was normal-because that was who he was. A black crow. No matter how many jewels you drape over its feathers, it will always be black. ---- And yet, even a crow like him could feel desire. His feelings for Charlotte were indefinable, from the moment he first met her. Beneath her obedient exterior was an iron-willed stubbornness; beneath her fragile appearance, a strength; beneath her coldness, warmth and sincerity. These were things he would never possess.

Even if she hated him with every fiber of her being, when he was near her, it was like a frozen man drawn to fire-momentary peace, fleeting satisfaction. But light abhors darkness. No matter how much he wanted to reach her, it was all in vain.