Chapter 155

His tone was very cool, without any hint of emotion.

Winnie stiffened, her heart beating so fast it felt like it might burst from her throat.

How did he come to the kitchen?

Lawrence stared at her lowered face for a moment, not saying anything. His long fingers covered her pale hand, picked up the spatula, and skillfully and gracefully placed the truffle at the bottom of the pot, pouring in water to bring it to a boil.

Winnie's heart was in chaos. She didn't understand why he wanted to get close to her again.

She was trapped in his abnormally scorching embrace and didn't know how to escape.

He reminded her, "The water is boiling."

His voice was nasal, maybe he caught a cold?

"Oh." Winnie stiffly moved to pick up the pot.

The man helped her carry it and poured the water directly.

At the doorway of the kitchen, Melissa's figure paced around, revealing a smile.

Winnie turned to look, and after thinking for a moment, she somewhat understood his intention.

She started acting compliantly, she no longer avoided him as the man instructed, 'Put a small amount of oil."

Winnie went to fetch the oil bottle, her pinky instinctively raised, delicate and gentle, and poured a little while waiting for his reminder.

His dark eyes narrowed as he looked at her slender and tender onion-like fingers. His voice was hoarse, "Pour some more."

"Add truffles," he said.

Winnie hurriedly took the sliced truffles and put them in, her cooking skills not yet proficient.

The man held her hand and picked up the spatula.

With their bodies so close together in the warm kitchen, it gave Winnie a feeling of trance, and the warmth in her body returned.

But could this really not be the last fantasy before waking up from a dream?

Perhaps he also knew, so he allowed himself to be close to her, in this final moment?

Her heart felt as if pricked by a needle, and a sharp pain surged, making Winnie silently wish for time to pass more slowly.

Just a little slower...

But these dishes were quickly done in the end.

He walked out of the kitchen with his long legs and returned to his icy demeanor.

The luxurious long table was soon filled with sumptuous dishes, cakes, exquisite wine glasses.

Melissa pointed to the romantic candelabra and invited Winnie to sit.

Despite the grand dining table, there were only three people seated.

Melissa, however, was exceptionally happy and sighed, "In the past, it was just the two of us celebrating Christmas, deserted and cold. Now, with Winnie and the little baby in her belly, even though there are still few people, you will become happier over time."

Winnie's face stiffened, and she thought bitterly in her heart, will they really become happier?

No, this was their first time celebrating Christmas together, and also the last.

Lawrence remained silent, sitting on the opposite side.

The man poured himself a glass of wine and swirled it with his slender fingers before drinking it with an icy throat.

A silent atmosphere spread on the dining table, and Melissa became slightly startled, then pushed her son, "Don't you have something to say to Winnie?"

Lawrence put down his wine glass, wiped his thin lips with a napkin, and stared at Winnie with a cold and mysterious gaze.

Winnie's heart sank as she sat still. Her heart felt as if locked inside a sealed box, suffocating.

She knew what he was going to say, and she had been waiting for it.

She had caused trouble for his company, and the Kingdom Estates faced huge losses in their projects. He wouldn't forgive her.

Her fingertips trembled slightly, as if pricked by needles, causing her unbearable pain.

However, the man stood up and walked over in his imposing manner. He held a velvet box in his hand, and that sapphire-blue box passed through the romantic candelabra, arriving in front of Winnie.

With his long legs against the edge of the table, he lowered his head, his cold and deep gaze fixed on her. "Open it."

In her bewildered state, Winnie opened it.

Inside was a precious and beautiful diamond ring that left her dumbfounded.

Lawrence's subdued voice was complex and icy, "Winnie."

"Did you deliberately cause trouble during the bidding, in the book there's a mistake? I won't ask. I can forgive this mistake."

"If you intended to make me angry and furious with the mistake in the bid, to leave you and make way for me and Darcy, I disagree."

His eyes became exceptionally dark and cold. "What problem has arisen between us? I still don't understand, it seems like it's about to end?"

He smiled lightly, a mocking tenderness flickering in his eyes.

Winnie's heart clenched, biting her lip tightly, afraid that this desolation would engulf her.

He looked deeply into her eyes and whispered, "I don't want it to end! I don't want to lose you. I'm giving you time to consider wearing this ring, let's consider it our last chance. If you don't wear it tomorrow morning, I won't force you anymore."

He decisively finished speaking and turned back to his seat. That cold-hearted man always acted aloof.

But what was he just doing?

Winnie's sluggish heart trembled uncontrollably.

He was proposing to her, proposing!!

Winnie was dumbfounded, all she could do was look at the ring, simple in design, but with a rare pink diamond in the center.

Does it symbolize her exceptional rarity?

Her fingers trembled uncontrollably, hidden under the table.

Melissa took her hand and placed the diamond ring in her palm, closing her hand, and smiled, "Winnie, he personally designed this. You must wear it. I can attest that he has never said this kind of thing in his entire life."

Winnie's heart felt like it had been stabbed, an indescribable pain, an indescribable heaviness.

Her mind was entangled with astonishment and pain, she couldn't stay in front of them for even another second, and afraid she would reveal everything.

She suddenly stood up, pretending to feel nauseous. "I'm sorry, maybe the baby kicked me and I feel a little sick. I'll go to the bathroom."

In his desolate gaze, Winnie fled in panic.

She almost sprinted to the restroom, slamming the door shut and quickly turning on the water to its maximum.

Beneath the sound of rushing water, she trembled, pressing her lips together, loosening her left hand, and the warm diamond ring shone in the palm of her hand.

The sharp edges of the ring were like blades, gently cutting open her heart.

This shouldn't be, he shouldn't be gentle to her.

Lawrence was foolish or what?

Why didn't he just kick her away! Did he know what she was planning to do?

She planned to seek revenge on him! Why propose then?

After feeling so lost yesterday, why tolerate her? The Kingdom Estates encountered such a huge problem, so why not abandon her?

At this moment, all the answers resided in Winnie's heart. This man's feelings for her were genuine, truly... He had infinite tolerance for her, even after the incident he still wanted to keep her.

He said he didn't want to lose her.

His love for her had reached that extent.

Winnie seemed to see the living, beating heart beneath his cold exterior, right in front of her, he had just handed it over to her.

But all she held was a blade of hatred, and she would pierce his heart, make it bleed, and cause harm.

Before causing harm to him, she had already pierced herself through,

She was in too much pain to breathe, gazing foolishly at the ring, curling up in a corner, tears streaming down one by one.

She sobbed hoarse and kept asking, "Mom, why is this happening?"

"Why did the man I love maim you at that time?"

"If only he wasn't the enemy."

"I want to be with him, I want to give him a baby, I want to wear this ring and get happiness with him, why not, but not "