I Saved My Fiancé Before He Became a Billionaire Chapter 08
Elias tried to keep a straight face, tried to stay calm and composed.
But the red in his ears wouldn’t fade, bright and obvious.
He looked at me carefully, his eyes dark and serious, taking in every detail of my face.
“You are beautiful. So beautiful.”
“You have a great body. Perfect.”
“You’re smart. Kind. Funny.”
He paused, his voice lower, quieter, full of quiet insecurity.
“I’m scared you won’t like me. That you’ll leave.”
I was thrilled, overjoyed, my heart bursting with love.
I stood up and gave him an extra big bowl of rice, a special treat.
I set it down in front of him and said softly, full of warmth, “You told me the exact same thing later.
In the future.”
“Do you know? The you in the future is amazing. Incredible. Unstoppable.”
“It’s crazy. Impossible. You actually dated me. Chose me.”
“And you always said you were scared I wouldn’t like you, that I’d leave you.”
“My friends asked if I put a spell on you, if I hypnotized you.”
Elias looked up at me, his eyes wide.
His eyes were half-disbelieving, half-attentive, like he was listening to the most beautiful story in
the world.
I waved my hand quickly, emphatically, not letting him doubt.
“Don’t you doubt it! Not for a second!”
“I’m telling you, you’re incredible. A genius. A leader.”
“You started your own business in college, built it from nothing, and still got top grades, straight
A’s.”
“I was your junior. Younger, newer, looking up to you.”
“When I first got to school, everyone talked about you. Professors, students, everyone.”
“Professors used you as an example all the time, in every class.”
“Said you failed at first, lost everything, but you never wasted time being sad, never gave up.”
“You reviewed every mistake, made new plans, worked harder, and did better the next time.”
“You were scary back then. Not in a bad way. Just… impressive. Unbelievable.”
“While others panicked over one stupid presentation, you were negotiating with investors, signing
deals.”
“Later you took over Blackwood Corporation, saved the whole company. Everyone said you were the unstoppable one, the best Blackwood ever.”
“You didn’t talk much, kept to yourself, but when you did, people listened. Immediately.”
“And you
look so good in suits. So handsome. So professional.”
“Not the fake, cheap fancy Noah tries to pull off, loud and annoying.”
“Quiet, steady, reliable—just standing there makes you feel safe, like nothing can hurt you.”
I kept talking excitedly, nonstop, pouring out every thought, every memory.
Elias ate quietly and listened, never interrupting.
Didn’t laugh at me, didn’t call me crazy.
When I paused to breathe, my throat dry, he stood up immediately and poured me a glass of cold | water.
“Thirsty? Drink. Slow down.”
I took the glass, frustrated and a little pouty.
“Don’t you believe me? Aren’t you going to ask questions? React?”
Elias looked at me, his eyes soft, gentle, full of quiet love.
A small, gentle smile played on his lips, warm and real.
“Yeah. I believe you. I want to know everything.”
“Did I meet you after my business succeeded? After I made something of myself?”
“Of course you did! You had to be strong, to be ready!”
I sat up straight at once, emphatic.
“Were you even listening to a single word I said?”
He looked at me and asked suddenly, soft and teasing, “Aren’t you hungry too? You haven’t eaten
anything.”
I looked down at the food on the table, then back at him.
Then tugged at the altered uniform trousers Elias had given me, pouting.
Hmph. Fine.
I was hungry. Starving, actually.
I’d eat first, then argue with him later. Get my revenge.
Elias just smiled, like he knew I’d give in, like he’d won a small game.
In the end, I never got to argue, never got my revenge.
Because after he finished eating, he stood up and washed the dishes without being told, quietly and obediently.
When he was done, he dried his hands carefully and went back to his desk to do homework, study quietly.
The warm desk lamp turned on, casting soft light over his thin shoulders.
The young boy bowed his head, bandage still on his forehead, textbooks and college applications spread out neatly in front of him.
I quietly backed out of the room, not wanting to disturb him.
I was secretly scared he’d ask me for help with schoolwork.
I’d forgotten everything from high school. Every single thing.
