He was the enigmatic founder of a financial empire, wielding immense power and wealth beyond measure. Rumors painted him as cold, aloof, and twisted—a reclusive, aging tycoon with a dark mind, rumored to be not only perverse but also undeniably gay.
Yet no one knew that all his tenderness was reserved for her alone.
"You know what they say—the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. So, Mrs. Connor, are you trying to win mine?" he murmured, his voice laced with amusement.
"Mrs. Connor, I’m entrusting the next few decades of my life to you," he declared, his gaze unwavering.
"My wife comes before work," he stated simply, as if it were the most obvious truth in the world.
"Whatever makes you happy," he’d say, his indulgence boundless.
"…"
Xinran couldn’t help but feel that the greatest fortune of her life was meeting Nathaniel Connor—and the bravest choice she ever made was saying "yes" when he swept her into a whirlwind marriage.
