Billionaire's Match

Chapter 565 Winnie's voice trailed off. Charlotte seemed to understand her thoughts. "Because... what you're really afraid of is that he didn't go at all." Winnie, her last layer of pretense stripped away, lowered her head and stayed silent. Charlotte pressed her lips together, then, after a moment, began tidying up the items on the table. "Come on. Back to work." "Just like that?" Winnie looked at her in surprise. She had expected Charlotte to say more-maybe scold her for acting so selfishly, so cowardly, without considering others. Or perhaps offer a few words of comfort.

But Charlotte only looked into her eyes and smiled lightly. "Your life isn't for anyone else to judge. | can't fix your guilt, and | can't make the choice for you. If you truly believed he wouldn't go, you wouldn't be tangled up like this. If you really didn't want +o go, you wouldn't be overthinking everything." With that, Charlotte turned and strode away. ---- Winnie stood, unable to stop herself from calling out again. "Charlotte... do you think | did something wrong?" "There isn't always a right or wrong.

and the sky seemed darker than

pooling on the ground sent ripples splashing against their wet legs "Should we... wait in the car?" the assistant asked again. Michael glanced at him and finally said, "Wait in the car. I'll be a while longer." ---- His assistant watched him, unable to leave. The rain hadn't let up, and time was slipping. Soon, the courthouse would close for lunch.

felt relieved that she wasn't coming That way, Michael wouldn't get caught in a tug-of-war between his father and his own feelings. Oscar had commanded that Michael cut off all contact with Winnie. Everyone in the family-and even people in their company-knew this. So this was Michael openly defying his father, in secret.