Billionaire's Match

Chapter 315 Michael lowered his gaze, letting his eyes travel from the smooth curve of her forehead down to the depths of her eyes. She hadn't changed-at all. Though they hadn't been this close in what felt like an eternity, the past seemed to collapse into the present, as if everything they had shared were only yesterday. A thousand emotions surged through him, and before he even thought, his body reacted. Long fingers lifted her face, his head tilting just slightly, and his lips brushed against the center of her brow. The light, sudden kiss caught Winnie completely off guard. She froze.

Her lashes fluttered as she blinked at him in confusion, but her eyes quickly cleared. Still, she leaned into him, pressing herself quietly against his side. Michael was exactly as he had always been-even pretending to be playful, he was reserved to a fault. But this time... this time his actions were bolder than ever, and even her heart couldn't help but stir. Soon, they returned to the hotel. Winnie checked the room carefully, making sure there were no cameras or listening devices, then double- locked the door behind them.

"If all goes smoothly, we should be able to return home by tomorrow evening. But until then, we need to... maintain the pretense of being engaged." She cleared her throat. Saying it aloud made it feel as if she were deliberately taking advantage of Michael. Michael grabbed her arm, his gaze sharp. "What do you mean?" "Don't worry about it. I've already negotiated with some high-level officials in Naraida. They've agreed to my requests. I just claimed to be engaged to you, so all you have to do is play the part of my fiancé for now." "What did you trade?" Her answer didn't satisfy him.

he asked again. "It doesn't concern you. It's my business. Just think of it as me returning a favor. Once we're back home, there will be no debts between us." Winnie tried to push him away, but Michael wouldn't relent. In the ensuing struggle, they stumbled, toppling onto the bed behind them. His breath brushed against her neck. Her chest

emotion, cheeks flushing red. "Y-You... move!" Finally snapping back,

past two years had transformed him. He was still tall and fair, once the delicate, refined type, a "gentleman" in every sense. But now, solid muscle shaped his body into something broader, stronger, more commanding.