Jett Westgate crouched before her, his gaze level with hers, his posture humble.
"Valentine, I was wrong to hide things from you and deceive you. I solemnly apologize.
I'm sorry.
Who I loved in the past is in the past. I can't change it, nor can I pretend it never happened.
But the reason I changed these photos wasn't guilt. It was because I love you.
Valentine, I, Jett Westgate, can give you anything you desire.
Marry me. I'll be your strategist. If you want power, I'll pave the way and devote all my resources to putting you wherever you want to be.
If you want a life of freedom, I'll travel the world with you, and we can live a quiet life.
With me, you can always be the treasured lady of the Valentine Family. Even if the sky comes crashing down, I'll hold it up for you.
From now on, let me take care of you, okay?"
As his voice fell, the living room was quiet for a moment. A disdainful sound came from the doorway. "Tsk."
