Wealth Before Love

g if he had done or said anything wrong. He hadn't finished uttering the words before Jane landed a slap on his face asking, "what do you think you were doing? Saying that trash

ings, packed them and was about to leave the room before Jane in her authoritative form spoke and asked him where he thought he was going with his bag. "Do you know what you're doing at all, you wanna leave when the deal isn't over? She clapped and said, "you wanna bridge our

arles said, his voice softer now but still carrying an edge of caution. "I understand that you were hurt by Amanda's comments, but this isn't the way to handle it." Jane's voice trembled as she spoke, the weight of her emotions evident. "I... I know. I just let my emotions get the best of me. I shouldn't have acted like that, especially slapping you for speaking up for me. "I didn't want to mak

ied her face for a long moment before he spoke again, his tone firm but compassionate. "I'll honour my part of the contract, but I need you to show me you're serious about this. You can't let other people or your emotions control how you act. We both have responsibilities in this." She nodded, her voice steady now. "I will, Charles. I won't let you down." "Alright," he s

now. The warmth of the dinner table felt a little different, almost like a quiet promise of what might come next. They were together, in this shared moment, a subtle yet powerful connection that was beginning to take shape. Mr. Douglas watched them from across the table, a proud glint in his eyes. He had always hoped for someone who could understand and support Jane, and watching Charles take on that role, standing by her through her emotional struggles, brought him a sense of relief.

. "Thank you, Dad. I know I haven't always been the easiest to deal with, but I'm trying." Her father smiled warmly. "I know you are, my dear. And I believe in both of you." As the meal continued, the atmosphere was more relaxed than it had been in days. The tension that had marked earlier moments se

ettled over the room. Charles remained seated, the soft clinking of cutlery and glasses the only sounds in the background. H

ent with Jane, he never expected to develop feelings for her, never anticipated being pulled into this emotional whirlwind. But now, wit

ignore them, to keep his distance, but now it was clear he cared about Jane far more than he had initially thought. Charles rubbed his temples, his mind racing. The complexity of the situation was overwhelming. There was a contract, yes, but there was also real emotion involved. It was hard to tell where duty ended and feelings began, and he didn't know if he was equipped to navigate both. A part of him wondered if Jane truly understood the implicatio