Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 1143

"Yes, I did send you that message—telling you to pretend nothing had happened."

Michelle lifted her brows, speaking as if it were nothing.

"Then…?"

Lenny grew even more confused.

"But I sent that message to treat you the same way you treated me."

Michelle could hardly stand how slow he was.

That night, Lenny had been thoroughly drunk. After their moment of passion, he'd fallen into a deep sleep.

But Michelle hadn't been able to sleep at all. After things had gone that far, she had to be sure of how he felt about her.

She had shaken his arm, asking again and again if he intended to take responsibility for her. Even in his sleep, his subconscious had answered obediently.

No matter what she asked at first, his responses were almost all affirmative.

But in the end, she asked him—if the Keller family disapproved, and being with her would bring him immense pressure, what would he do?

And Lenny had answered, quite seriously, "Pretend… it never happened."

Her heart had gone cold on the spot.

It really did sound like something he would say.

Even if it was just sleep talk, she had been angry the entire night.

Lenny had slept until morning, but Michelle hadn't closed her eyes once.

She had stormed off in anger, waiting for him to come find her.

Who would have thought he'd be so indifferent? Even after she couldn't hold back and sent that message, he still didn't come.

"I had no idea I even said those things!"

Lenny looked like he wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

A smile flickered in Lenny's eyes. "So… you've been waiting all this time for me to confess?"

"I have not." Michelle's face flushed as she denied it immediately.

"Miss Keller…"

"Still calling me Miss Keller?"

Michelle frowned and pushed him away, about to leave. But with a gentle pull, Lenny drew her back into his arms. This time, he took the initiative, pressing a kiss to her lips.

It was soft—just a fleeting brush, light and tentative. But he didn't pull away. Soon, he cupped the back of her head, his fingers threading through her soft hair as he kissed her cheek, then her brow.

"Then what should I call you? In my heart, you'll always be my young lady."

Lenny's breathing turned uneven. His emotions, rarely so unrestrained, surged without logic or restraint. He acted on instinct, yet every word he spoke was utterly sincere.

Even if it meant being shattered to pieces, he would accept it willingly.

All at once, he thought he understood why his boss would risk everything rather than lose his wife.