Billionaire's Match

Chapter 707

Without the halo of the Morrison family, without a job, and now married, even Michael's calm elegance could not hide how down -and-out he looked. People who had seen him said that although he still wore a suit, his luxury watch was gone, and there was no longer a fancy car waiting for him outside. It seemed Oscar was serious this time.

Most likely, Michael's recent setback had come after Oscar gave the word. Now, even fewer people believed Michael would win. Everyone thought that within a few months, he would surely divorce Winnie.

When Winnie saw these reports, her heart ached. Yesterday, Michael had said he was going out to meet some friends to discuss starting a business and potential work directions. He came back very late. Winnie waited anxiously for him, assuming he had already eaten outside.

But instead, Michael came home starving. She cooked him a large bowl of noodles, which he devoured hungrily. Still, he told her cheerfully that he had already found a job and that she didn't need to worry.

He even said that from now on, he would live more frugally and work hard to earn money so he could buy her a house and a car.

At the time, Winnie hadn't thought much about it. She had only felt blissfully happy. But now, realizing that Michael was bearing everything for her, her heart hurt so badly she felt like crying. The elevator reached her floor, and the people beside her stepped out first. Before leaving, they couldn't help casting another glance at Winnie. This time, she didn't feel too upset.

she felt there was

mentioned. It was a small fast-food place tucked away in a nearby alley. Though it wasn't far, it took her quite a while to find it. She usually didn't spend much, but she rarely ate at places like this.

only after she left the Olson family that money became tight. Fortunately, her salary

restaurant was tiny, but crowded at mealtime. Michael sat in the deepest corner by the window, and Winnie searched for a long time before spotting him. He had turned slightly sideways, his head angled toward the window, one hand pressing against the side of his head as he spoke on the phone. She walked over and saw that two

were written in pencil on a menu tucked under the glass tabletop. Michael had written down

what she wanted herself. He was still as thoughtful and attentive as ever,

his lips, and he gestured for her to order first. Winnie took the pencil and casually added another dish. Michael loved fish, and this restaurant's specialty happened to be that dish. Almost every nearby table had ordered it. After writing it down,

had already hung up

They spoke at almost the same time. After exchanging a smile, Winnie tilted

first." Michael's