Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 663

He felt an unprecedented rush of excitement.

Not even breaking away from the Lance Family and earning his first pot of gold had made him this thrilled.

"You don't need to go through fire and water, just remember I don't tolerate betrayal," she had told him.

"Don't worry, you'll never have to question my loyalty," he had replied.

Mira Mercer was always a decisive person. Just like her grandmother said, when you meet an outstanding man, you should make your move.

Dragging things out wouldn't benefit either of them.

She knew Dominic West was interested in her. He was exceptional, with impeccable character and a shared history from their past lives.

But marrying him meant becoming a politician's wife.

While she could still pursue her business empire, being a wife in that circle demanded massive amounts of time and energy to support his career and raise children.

It would involve navigating social diplomacy and dealing with endless networking.

Those were things Mira despised doing. Playing the perfect political spouse was a grueling task.

Mira was a workaholic, and Owen Lance was the only one who could truly help and accommodate her ambitions.

In this life, she and Dominic were destined to just be friends.

Being with Owen meant forging a powerhouse alliance, allowing them to conquer the global business world together.

Given her second chance at life, Mira remained incredibly rational.

Romance had to be built on a foundation of shared goals and mutual ambition.

Just like daily life, if you couldn't put food on the table, you couldn't survive on thin air.

Economic stability dictated everything else; it applied not just to nations, but to households as well.

True love was always bound by reality.

If you wanted a relationship to last, you had to consider every practical angle.

That was Mira's pragmatic view on love.

After hanging up, Mira went to sleep, but Owen was too wired to close his eyes.

The first person he called was his good friend, Dominic, eager to share the good news.

"Look, man, I understand how you feel. Mira is amazing, and it's completely normal that you fell for her.

But you have to accept reality. We practically grew up together; we're a match made in heaven.

Just give us your blessing and move on.

If you ever find someone else you want to pursue, I'll back you up with whatever resources you need."

"Have some shame, will you? Childhood sweethearts with who?

Mira is ten years younger than you. She grew up in Melvion City, and you're from Aethelgard.

As far as I know, you two have only known each other for a year. How does that make you childhood sweethearts?"

"Time and age have nothing to do with being sweethearts.

We've spent the past year working incredibly closely together. Calling us sweethearts isn't an exaggeration."

Dominic couldn't be bothered to argue with his warped logic.

"That girl treated you like a mentor, and here you are harboring ulterior motives..."