Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 1051

"Silly girl."

Noah didn't answer Charlotte. He simply reached out and gently cupped her face, rubbing her cheek with quiet affection before brushing his thumb across the corner of her eye.

Charlotte was about to say something more when, without warning, Noah lifted her into his arms and carried her all the way back to the bedroom.

It was already late into the night, yet he didn't turn on the lights.

The moment they landed in the center of the bed, Charlotte seemed to realize something. She hooked her arms around his neck and, without hesitation, pressed a quick kiss to his Adam's apple.

They had been sleeping separately these past few days.

Charlotte was traditional—she didn't want anything to happen before marriage.

Noah had always respected that.

Their relationship had already moved quickly enough. He would rather take things slowly, get to know her little by little, and save the most precious moment for last.

But now, it was clear—Charlotte had changed her mind. She refused to let him pull away, her hands wandering over him in a clumsy, inexperienced exploration.

Noah was a man. Being teased and tempted like this by the woman he loved—it was impossible not to feel something.

But he allowed himself only a brief moment before firmly catching her wrist.

"Don't…"

"I want to."

Charlotte's eyes shimmered, her voice trembling.

She felt like crying. It wasn't just the heat burning through her body—her heart burned even more fiercely. Noah felt like the wind—impossible to grasp. Just when she thought she had him in her hands, he would slip away again, leaving her restless, uneasy.

So this was the only way she knew how. Even if it didn't feel like herself anymore…

"Thank you for wanting this," Noah said. "But I'd rather remain something beautiful in your heart—always."

His voice was low as he released her wrist.

Charlotte slowly sank back beneath him, her long hair spreading across the bed like black silk, tangling lightly around his fingers.

Leaning down, he studied her carefully in the faint glow of moonlight, tracing every delicate line of her face.

Unable to resist, he lowered his lips, brushing over her gently—from top to bottom.

The space beside her was empty. Her hand rested against the pillow, the lingering warmth of the man who had lain there long since gone.

"Noah?" she called out.

No one answered.

Charlotte immediately threw off the covers and got out of bed, padding barefoot out of the bedroom.

The living room was silent.

Breakfast had already been set on the table—cereal, fried eggs, pancakes, and a glass of warm milk.

Beneath the milk sat a neatly folded letter.

On the front, a few carefully written words stood out: For Charlotte.

It was the first time she had seen Noah's handwriting. It wasn't elegant at all—crooked and uneven, almost like a child's. But every stroke was pressed down with unmistakable force.

She held the letter in her hands, yet for a long time, she didn't dare open it.