Chapter 515 Billionaire's Lies

• The sun rose in the morning, its rays sneaking behind Saben's curtains in his bedroom and filling the room with a warm golden light. The light in the room seemed to reflect what Saben felt on the inside—contented, peaceful, and above all, confident in himself for the first time in a very long time. He was lying beside Clarisse, her head on his chest, the rise and fall of her even breath so patterned and calming, it seemed almost as though the heartbeat under her ear belonged to both of them.
• Saben couldn't recall the last time he had ever felt more complete. More correct.
• He looked down at her, a tiny smile playing on his mouth. Her hair was a little knotted, the wild waves soft on his skin, but it didn't matter. In this moment, nothing was more lovely than her tranquil face—the way her lashes lay against her cheek, the way she snuggled up beside him as if she always had. The still morning was a gift, a chance to hold onto the moments that had slipped through their fingers for so long.