THE BILLIONAIRE STILL WANTS HER!
Chapter 40: Do you love me?

Chapter 40: Do you love me?

Shockingly, after Tryson’s unexpected kiss, Angel found herself melting into it, her body betraying her mind.

A soft moan escaped her lips as she parted them, granting him full access.

His lips invaded, exploring her depths with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine. The world around them blurred into nothingness—only heat, only breath, only them.

But soon, the need for air became undeniable, forcing them to slowly pull away, breathless.

Their gazes locked, charged with something raw and unspoken.

Angel couldn’t look away.

Her heart pounded like a war drum as she bit her lower lip, hesitating, drowning in uncertainty.

Then, shyly, she dropped her gaze, only to lift it again, searching his eyes for answers.

A strange sensation coursed through her, tingling, awakening every inch of her skin—and deep within her, something even more consuming stirred.

"Tryson..." she finally breathed, her voice hoarse with emotion.

She fluttered her lashes, struggling to form the words clawing at her heart.

Doubt wrapped around her like a cruel embrace—she refused to be just another pawn in his game, another casualty of his reckless passion.

Not again.

Swallowing hard, she steadied herself, feigning a confidence she didn’t fully possess. Then, with a courage born of desperation, she let the words slip free.

"The kiss... is it because you love me?" Angel asked, her pulse hammering violently in her chest.

Her voice wavered, but she forced herself to continue, even though she knew the answer could shatter her. "Or are you just using me again?"

The question hung between them like a blade, sharp and unforgiving, and Angel braced herself for the wound it might deliver.

She could feel it—the sensation, the signs, everything.

Tryson wanted her.

His every touch, every glance, screamed the unspoken desire between them.

But despite that, fear coiled around her heart like a vice. What if she lost him again? What if this was just another fleeting moment, destined to slip through her fingers like before?

Angel remained silent, her thoughts warring with her emotions.

Then, unexpectedly, Tryson lifted his hands—slow, deliberate. A gasp hitched in her throat as his warm palms cradled her cheeks, his touch gentle yet firm.

He stared into her eyes, locking onto her with an intensity that sent a tremor through her soul. He wasn’t looking away.

Not even for a second. And then, his voice broke the silence.

"There are so many things I want to tell you, Angel," he murmured, his tone laced with something raw, and real. "But if I have to be honest... I’m going crazy about you."

Angel’s heart clenched.

A teasing smirk tugged at her lips as she tilted her head, desperate to hear more. "And why is that, Tryson?" she asked, her voice light, though her chest burned with anticipation.

Tryson let out a soft chuckle, lowering his head for a moment as if gathering the courage to bare his soul.

He knew—whatever he was about to say, whatever he was about to do, it would change everything. And strangely, he’d never felt this way before.

Not in a long time.

He inhaled deeply, then lifted his gaze, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.

"That’s because I love you, Angel," he confessed. "I don’t know why, but whatever you’re doing to me... you need to stop. Because I can’t endure this anymore."

"I don’t need to stop," Angel whispered, a teasing glint in her eyes. "I love seeing you this way—desperate, yearning. I love watching you struggle, feeling confronted and challenged... all just to win my love."

Tryson exhaled sharply, his gaze darkening with intensity.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips before he stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low, promising tone.

"Well then, I wouldn’t mind," he admitted. "But this time, I swear with everything in me—I’ll make it up to you. And to the baby."

At that moment, Angel froze.

The baby.

The weight of her lie came crashing down on her like a tidal wave.

She had told Tryson that the child wasn’t his, that Arthur was the father.

But now... now that he had bared his heart to her, now that he had promised to stand by her and their baby... how could she continue to deceive him?

Her throat tightened. This was it. This was the moment to finally tell him the truth.

"Tryson," she murmured, her voice suddenly softer, hesitant.

His eyes flickered with concern. He immediately picked up on the shift in her tone.

"Angel, what is it?" he asked, his expression now cautious, his voice laced with worry.

Angel inhaled shakily, trying to steady herself. "Actually... there’s something I need to tell you."

But just as the words hovered on the tip of her tongue, a flash of doubt clouded her mind.

His family.

She knew they were up to something.

Even though they had seemingly accepted her, a lingering unease gnawed at her gut.

What if this was all part of a greater scheme? What if revealing the truth now would only put her and the baby at risk?

No. She needed to be sure. She needed to find out what they were planning before she told Tryson everything.

Swallowing her confession, Angel forced a small smile, masking the turmoil within her.

"Never mind," she muttered beneath her breath, shaking her head lightly. "It’s nothing."

But deep down, she knew—this secret wouldn’t stay buried forever. And when the truth finally came out, it would change everything.

"Angel, is there something you want to say?" Tryson’s voice pulled her from her swirling thoughts, his concerned gaze searching her face.

He had noticed—she was slipping away, lost in something unspoken.

Angel blinked, locking eyes with him, then slowly nodded.

"I just wanted to know..." she hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "How you plan to handle Riley. And the fact that the press won’t take this lightly."

The moment the words left her lips, she caught the slight shift in Tryson’s expression.

A flicker of something—hesitation, maybe even frustration—but then, just as quickly, understanding settled in his eyes.

He knew what she meant.

After everything that had happened, Angel refused to be the one left shattered in the aftermath of his chaos. She had already suffered enough.

Tryson exhaled deeply, stepping closer. His voice softened, yet there was an unmistakable firmness in his words.

"Do you trust me, Angel?"

She looked at him for a moment, searching for any trace of doubt in his eyes. Finding none, she gave a small nod.

A slow, knowing smile spread across his lips.

"I just want you to know how much I love you," he murmured. "And no matter what happens, it’s up to me now. I’m going to fix this—I’ll solve all your problems."

Something warm and unsteady bloomed in Angel’s chest. His words were like a gentle promise, wrapping around her like a shield.

She couldn’t help but smile.

But just as she was about to respond, Tryson moved—swift and unexpected. Before she could process it, he leaned in, closing the distance between them in one bold motion.

Then, without warning, his lips crashed into hers.