Seeing that Titus Zane did not respond for a long ti, Jon spoke again, his turquoise eyes firmly locked onto the woman in front of him who was clearly hesitating, his voice very light and gentle.
"carry, for such an outstanding and excellent woman like you to spend the rest of your life in a prison cell would be a pity."
As he spoke, Jon curved another finger to lift Titus Zane’s chin, forcing her not to look away.
The fingers grasping Titus Zane’s wrist caressed gently, as if giving her the strength to decide.
eting Jon’s sincere gaze, Titus Zane took a deep breath and said, "I have made my decision. After this job, I’ll retire."
She had hesitated when she took on the task, but now, she was truly tired of this life of struggle and insecurity.
This kind of life was too tornting, especially when encountering a man like Wesley Foley who treated her sincerely. The entanglent and self-reproach made her sleep uneasy.
Seeing him, Jon’s turquoise eyes flickered with regret, "carry, if I were you, I would retire right now."
Titus Zane curved her lips, but the beautiful curvature could barely hide the bitterness within.
"Jon, I am not you." As a Crown Prince, with no need to hustle for a living, of course you can’t understand the troubles of the common people, especially soone like , a driftwood in a foreign land without a ho to return to.
Without reliance, without a ho, everything has to be shouldered by oneself.
The hand that had been lifting Titus Zane’s chin lowered to grasp the other, and as their eyes t and hands held tight, Jon’s turquoise eyes shone with heartfelt sincerity.
He licked his lips, as if weighing his hesitation, but Jon still spoke sincerely, without a hint of jest in his tone.
"If you’re willing, you, can be my other half. My shoulders are broad enough to shield and protect you alone."
The smile on Titus Zane’s lips widened, but a closer look revealed it was a forced arc, as the man’s handso and fair face gradually blurred in her vision, obscured by a mist.
"carry, do you wish it?" Jon asked, his voice very soft in the quiet space.
Suddenly, Titus Zane turned her face away and pulled out her hand that Jon was holding, scoffing disdainfully, "Spare ! Jon, don’t use your trick for deceiving girls on , I find it laughable."
Watching her forcedly cheerful appearance, Jon’s turquoise eyes narrowed slightly, and his lips pressed tightly together, but he did not continue his confession.
She was subtly refusing him with her disdain; he understood.
In a daze, Titus Zane suddenly rose to her feet, talking as she headed towards the kitchen.
"Jon, have you prepared dinner for ? If not, I’ll chase you out imdiately."
Jon also reverted back to his playful deanor, complaining as he pouted, "Your fridge has nothing in it, and I can’t do magic, what am I supposed to cook for dinner!"
No sooner had Jon’s voice faded than an exclamation of surprise ca from the kitchen from Titus Zane.
"Wow! So much delicious food! Jon, did you cook this yourself?"
Jon rose and walked towards the kitchen, reluctantly admitting, "carry, I regret it. I thought staying at your place would save a lot of money, but in reality, the cost of buying food has far exceeded hotel expenses."
Titus Zane didn’t care about his complaints, uncovering the lids on the dishes one by one, sitting at the dining table with a smile, saying while looking at the exquisite food, "My place is comparable to a five-star hotel, of course the cost is high."
"So, I regret it," Jon admitted with a shrug, looking quite helpless. Titus Zane, however, said, "Since you regret it, I won’t keep you to dine together. Bye~"
"carry! You’re so heartless!" Jon’s dissatisfied protest echoed through the apartnt, accompanied by Titus Zane’s joyful laughter, all previous unhappiness and struggle were tossed aside. Watching the woman enthusiastically eating, Jon sighed silently in his heart.
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