Page 127 of Rejected By My Shifter Billionaire
Understanding dawned, and his lips twisted in a humorless smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
“By the time Ada realized what she had done and called my office to let me know that the emails I were reading were meant for someone else...it was too late.”
Was that why he had been trying to talk to me all this time?
“I know I have no right to ask for your forgiveness, but I’m going to ask it anyway.”
I started shaking my head.
“I’m sorry for hurting you—”
No, no, no.
“I’m sorry for being a coward all these years—”
I took a clumsy step back.
“—and wasting so much time in the process.”
“I love you—”
The moment I realized what he was saying, I made a run for it.
But of course he was too fast; humans like me never stood a chance when running way from preters like him.
“I’m sorry, Maryah. I’m sorry.”
He hauled me into his arms and wouldn’t let go even when I started to cry as I started kicking and pounding his chest with my fists, doing anything I could to be free of him.
“Forgive me—”
“Please let me go,” I choked out.
“I can’t.”
And then he was cupping my cheeks and forcing my tear-stained gaze to meet his.
“All these years, I ignored you in hopes of making my own feelings go away.”
Was he...was he saying that just like me—
“I also forced myself to pretend that I didn’t notice yours.”
A broken cry escaped me. I couldn’t remember feeling so ashamed, so humiliated—
“But this time, I’m done pretending. I’m done running and hiding. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and that’s why—”
I nearly stopped breathing when Nicolo bent down on one knee.
“Be my mate, Maryah. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to wake up every day, knowing that you’re the first thing I’ll see. I want to go to bed knowing that you’re safe in my arms. You are my heart. My soul. My everything. And this, I want the whole world to know—”
Oh, Nicolo.
The walls of the conference room suddenly lit up, and that was when I realized that everything that had happened...everything he had said...
It was being broadcasted live.
It was Nicolas offering his heart on a platter, and he was leaving it all up to me whether to stab it—
