Chapter 121: Megan is not my fiancée.
Augustine’s jaw tensed and relaxed in rapid succession, the storm in his eyes revealing the battle raging within. A memory of his conversation with his grandfather surfaced.
The Beaumonts held sway over the entire city—everyone knew that. If they wanted something done, doors opened without question. It suddenly made sense how Megan landed the position so quickly. It wasn’t about merit. It was about connections.
He turned toward Anne, desperation etched into every line of his face. "Anne, please believe me. I had no hand in Megan joining the company. She is not my fiancée. I already made it clear to Grandpa—I have only one woman in my heart, and that’s you."
His voice cracked slightly. "I’m taking you to the family mansion. I want you to meet him and receive his blessing as my wife. No one—not even he can decide my future for me."
The walls she had created around herself began to tremble at the sincerity in his words.
"Are you really telling me the truth?" she whispered, her voice no longer sharp, but uncertain.
Augustine cupped her face, his thumb brushing away a lingering tear. "Yes. Tell me what to do to earn back your trust. I’ll do anything—just don’t push me away."
Anne didn’t pull back this time. She simply looked at him, heart torn but softening, feeling the truth in his touch.
All her lingering doubts dissolved like mist under sunlight. The storm of suspicion that had clouded her heart gave way to a calm certainty—he wasn’t lying.