Chapter 8: Accepting His Offer
The black sedan door shut softly behind them as Mason guided Sarah inside, shielding her from the flashing cameras and shouting reporters. The bodyguards stood like walls outside, keeping the chaos at bay while the car began to pull away from the Chen estate.
Sarah sat beside him, her body still trembling, tears silently slipping down her cheeks. Her hands lay folded on her lap, fingers clenched together tightly. The warmth of the car didn’t stop the cold that wrapped around her heart.
She sniffled, then turned her head to glance at the man sitting beside her. "Thank you..." she whispered, voice raw, barely holding together.
Mason didn’t look at her right away. He kept his gaze ahead, his expression unreadable, like always. "Don’t thank me," he said coolly. "I didn’t do it to be a hero."
Sarah gave a small, sad laugh. "Still... you came when no one else did."
Finally, Mason turned his head to look at her. "My offer still stands."
She blinked, confused at first, until the memory of his proposal hit her.
The contract marriage.
Sarah’s breath caught in her throat.
He continued in a calm, almost business-like tone. "If you agree, I’ll take care of everything. The press. The lies. Your father. All of it. You won’t have to lift a finger. Just say yes, and I’ll handle the rest."
Sarah stared at him, her mind spinning.