Without another word, he pulled her into his arms, pressed his forehead to the top of her head, gently rubbing. His hand stroked her back as he took a deep breath. "If I'm the one who made you feel so insecure, I'm truly sorry. For the sake of fairness between the two of us, I'll tear up the contract between us. That way, you won't owe me anything anymore. From now on, I'll treat you well, cherish you."
He sounded so sincere and moved that even Xia Qingqian, the one he'd hurt over and over again, was touched.
Xia Qingqian lay against his solid chest, her nose filled with his masculine scent. In the United Kingdom and after returning home, through everything she encountered, he'd always been by her side. In her most dangerous moments, he would appear next to her, giving her enough of a sense of security—and she'd found herself slowly becoming addicted to the feeling of him being there.
