THE BILLIONAIRE STILL WANTS HER!
Chapter 69: Will you be my...

Chapter 69: Will you be my...

Tryson exhaled a deep breath, letting the crisp sea air fill his lungs as he settled into the tranquil yet electrifying atmosphere of the open waters.

Leaning against the polished railings of the luxurious yacht, he let his gaze drift over the endless horizon, where the evening sky melted into the restless waves.

Then, just as he was about to lose himself in thought, a sudden yet delicate sensation swept over him—a soft touch, warm and familiar.

Angel, with an effortless grace, pressed herself against his back, her arms snaking around him in an embrace that sent a thrilling shiver down his spine.

The evening air carried a whisper of adventure, mingling with the soothing crash of the waves as they cut through the vast sea.

It was their sanctuary, a four-hour escape from the relentless whirlwind of rumors and chaos that lurked beyond the horizon.

To ensure nothing shattered their fleeting bubble of serenity, Tryson had made a bold decision—handing over all communication devices to his men, severing the tether to the outside world.

Here, on this drifting paradise, it was just the two of them—no distractions, no interruptions, only the pulse of the ocean and the intoxicating presence of each other.

Tryson didn’t do it just for peace of mind—he did it because he knew Riley’s tactics all too well.

He could sense it, like an oncoming storm, lurking just beneath the surface. Just because he had managed to handle her before didn’t mean she was done playing her games.

Oh no, Riley wasn’t the kind to back down without a spectacle. And sure enough, she had pulled a stunt right after their heated conflict—one that left an unsettling impression.

The moment Tryson stepped out of the room, drawn by the murmur of a growing crowd, his suspicions were confirmed.

There she was, Riley, sprawled out on the floor like the victim of some tragic scene.

But what truly turned the situation on its head was the unexpected twist—before he could even think about taking control, another man swept Riley into his arms, claiming the moment as his own. And just like that, the rest became history.

Since then, Riley had gone silent. No messages. No appearances.

And frankly, Tryson hadn’t wasted a second trying to reach her.

But when it came to the mystery of who had taken the story public—who had dared to stir the pot—he wasn’t about to let it slide.

He had already set things in motion, bringing in someone who could dig deep, interrogate, and unmask the one responsible.

Because if, by some chance, the name Alexander Johnson surfaced in all of this, then Tryson knew one thing for sure—this was far from over.

This could only mean one thing—the entire game had changed, twisted into something far different from what Tryson had always believed.

But at this moment, none of that mattered. His only priority was ensuring that Angel remained untouched by the chaos swirling just beyond their sanctuary.

As they made their way toward the yacht, he felt the weight of the stares pressing in from every direction.

The resort guests watched with barely concealed intrigue, their gazes flickering between curiosity and disbelief.

Of course, they were fascinated—utterly captivated by the sight of the very woman who had set the entire resort abuzz, now strolling effortlessly beside him, as if she hadn’t been the center of a storm mere hours ago.

Tryson didn’t need to look at Angel to know how she felt—he could sense it in the way she clung to his arm, the slight tension in her fingers.

She was unnerved by their eyes on her, yet she carried herself with a quiet, unshaken confidence.

Even so, her choice to slip on a pair of oversized sunglasses told him everything—she was shielding herself, constructing a delicate wall between her and the whispers around them.

Then, breaking through the veil of tension, her voice came soft but teasing.

"How fun is this?" she murmured, the hint of amusement in her tone dragging Tryson from his thoughts.

She leaned in closer, molding herself against him as though he were her personal refuge, her safe place amidst the sounds of the waters.

And just like that, the world around them faded.

A soft chuckle escaped Tryson as he felt the weight of the moment sink in, and in the next breath, he took both of Angel’s hands in his, entwining their fingers together.

Without missing a beat, he kissed both of her palms simultaneously, a gesture that sent a flicker of warmth through the air.

Angel couldn’t help but release a soft laugh, a sound that echoed for just a heartbeat before silence enveloped them.

It was a stillness that seemed to stretch on, each second filled with the unspoken connection between them.

They remained locked in their place, their gazes finding each other without a word, until Tryson finally broke the silence, slowly turning around.

As their eyes met, a sense of admiration lingered in the air, unspoken but undeniable.

"I love this atmosphere," Angel whispered, her voice soft, yet filled with meaning.

Her eyes never left his as she waited for his response.

And then, Tryson’s lips curled into a wide, almost playful smile. Without hesitation, he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead—his way of expressing something deeper than words could reach.

Angel closed her eyes, savoring the warmth of his touch, feeling it resonate in the very core of her being.

It was as though time had slowed, the world outside fading away. And just as she absorbed the tenderness of the moment, she felt him pull back slightly.

When she opened her eyes, Tryson’s hazel gaze locked onto hers, intense yet full of tenderness.

The soft smile on his lips spoke volumes before his hand, warm and gentle, rose to caress her cheek, sending a shiver of affection through her.

The touch lingered, as if to say everything that needed to be said, and in that quiet exchange, they were both lost in each other.

"If you really think that this is enjoyable, then maybe I should make the experience much more unforgettable," Tryson said hoarsely, his voice laced with an intriguing promise.

Angel’s face shifted, a frown forming as confusion began to cloud her expression.

Before she could even form a question, her breath caught in her throat as she watched Tryson drop to one knee before her.

Her heart skipped a beat, and a surprised smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She was flushed, overwhelmed by the unexpectedness of the moment.

Tryson’s eyes, full of sincerity and intensity, met hers as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet ring box.

Her gaze flickered to the box, then back to him, utterly stunned.

With a soft yet steady voice, Tryson spoke, each word weighted with meaning.

"Really, you’re the first woman I’ve ever done this for—out of love, trust, and without rehearsed lines. All I want for us is a beautiful life together, and for your child, too. I know it might seem crazy—hell, you’re my contracted girlfriend, and this might be the most ridiculous thing I’ve done. But what can I do when all I feel for you is real?"

His words hung in the air as he paused, his eyes searching hers with an intensity that made her heart race.

Angel held her breath, captivated by the depth of his confession. There was no bravado here, no mask—just raw, genuine emotion.

And in that moment, as their gazes locked, everything else faded.