INTO THE DEPTHS OF LOVE : CHAPTER 81 – 90
Richard took a step closer, his tone more serious. “Because I don’t want this to be a secret anymore.
I want to end our contract marriage—but not the way you think. I don’t want us to get divorced after a year. I want you to be my wife for the rest of my life.”
Kristin froze, her heart pounding. “Why?”
Richard’s expression softened, his eyes filled with a warmth she hadn’t seen before. “I meant every word I said to your parents.” He took a deep breath and finally spoke the words she’d been longing to hear.
“I love you, my forevermore ,” he confessed, his voice thick with emotion. He captured her lips in a kiss, slow and intoxicating, as if he was pouring every unspoken word and feeling into that single moment, leaving her utterly breathless.
INTO THE DEPTHS OF LOVE : CHAPTER 81 – 90
Richard didn’t stop kissing Kristin, even as she tried to pull away. His thin, pink lips remained locked on her full lips, savoring every flavor they offered. He was utterly consumed by the feel of her, as if he could kiss her forever without needing to pause.
But knowing she needed a moment to breathe, he reluctantly withdrew, his lips lingering briefly before fully pulling away.
“Were you planning on devouring me?” Kristin asked with a teasing smile, catching her breath.
Richard’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “Yes. Should we continue?”
He leaned in again, but Kristin playfully pushed him away. Richard chuckled, a rare warmth in his expression.
“Are you serious? You want us to stay married… without going our separate ways after a year?” Kristin asked, her brown eyes locking onto his.
“Yes. Our marriage is already registered. Should we throw a grand wedding?” His hand slipped to her waist, the warmth of his touch spreading through her skin beneath the crop top she wore.
Kristin felt a flutter in her chest but couldn’t resist asking the question that had been lingering in her mind. “Why do you love me?”
She still couldn’t wrap her head around it. She was a small-town girl, and he was one of the wealthiest men in Las Vegas. What could he possibly see in her?
Richard gazed at her thoughtfully. “Do I need a reason to love you?”
Kristin frowned slightly. “You don’t have a reason? Why do you love me then?”
He paused, his expression softening. “I don’t have a specific reason. You’re just… different. I’m drawn to you. But if I gave you a reason, what happens when that reason is gone? Would that mean I’d stop loving you? I love you because you’re you, no conditions attached.”
Her heart swelled at his words. Kristin had always wondered why he loved her, ever since that drunken confession. But now, hearing him say he loved her simply for who she was, made her feel an overwhelming sense of happiness.
Richard’s voice softened to a near whisper. “Aren’t you going to say something, Forevermore?”
Kristin laughed, the sound light and carefree. “Forevermore?”
“That’s your new name now,” he said, smiling at her.
“How many names are you planning to give me?” she teased.
“As many that comes to my mind. But for now, you’re Forevermore.” His hand remained firmly on her waist, the heat from his touch grounding her.
She smiled, but the warmth faded slightly as a pang of guilt hit her. She had lied to him earlier about Kathryn’s identity, and the weight of that unspoken truth pressed on her heart.
Richard noticed the shift in her expression. “Why the sudden change? You look like something’s bothering you.”
Kristin’s gaze fell to his, and for the first time, she noticed the usual coldness in his eyes had softened. Was this the right time to confess? To tell him about Kathryn?
“Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?” Richard cupped her face gently, his thumb grazing her cheek. Kristin leaned into his touch, her heart racing.
“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way,” he continued, his voice tinged with vulnerability. “I know I’m not the easiest person to love. I’m angry and cold, and we didn’t exactly start on the best foot. I don’t expect you to reciprocate how I feel, but… I’m willing to wait.”
His eyes held hers, every word spoken with sincerity.
“No, it’s not that, Mr. Grouchy.”
“Then why do you look so sad?”
INTO THE DEPTHS OF LOVE : CHAPTER 81 – 90
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