Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1669

She paused, and her voice softened. "I was hurt in the past. I was deceived and let down. I even thought I would never trust anyone again for the rest of my life. It was you who pulled me out of the mud. You gave me a sense of security and the courage to love again, and it was you who gave me a new lease on life." Emmy looked at the tough man willingly submitting before her, her eyes filling with heartache and guilt. "I owe you a lot, too. I misunderstood you, doubted you, and did not see your true heart sooner. I also did not clearly tell you just how much I care about you early on."

She wiped away her tears, popped open the ring box she had tucked away, and presented it to him. "So today, I prepared this ring, and I wanted to propose to you. You ask if I am willing to marry you." Emmy looked at him, her voice crisp, every word resolute. "I am. Because I love you, and because you are worth it. Because it was only after meeting you that I truly felt I had lived my life all over again. For the rest of our lives, it is my turn to firmly choose you, trust you, and stay by your side. We are not just husband and wife. We are each other's salvation, and more importantly, each other's only true home. I am willing, James. I am willing for the rest of my life."

Tears in her eyes, Emmy slowly reached out her left hand. Her fingertips were still trembling slightly, completely out of her control.

James gazed at her with profound affection. He reached out his large, warm hand, supporting hers, and slowly pushed the ring onto her ring finger until it reached the base. The sizing was flawless, a perfect fit. Once it was on, James gripped her hand tightly, lowered his head, and pressed a solemn, reverent kiss to the back of her hand.

Emmy's eyes stung even more. She sniffled and handed him her own box. Inside the box sat a simple, unadorned men's band.

"I designed this ring with the designer," Emmy said, looking at him with a heavy nasal tone but a hint of bossiness. "You are only allowed to wear what I design on your hand."

James looked up, his eyes growing even redder, the tenderness in his gaze so thick it was almost tangible. Without a single word, he unhesitatingly extended his left hand, spreading his long fingers slightly toward her. He allowed Emmy, her eyes still red, to slide the ring, a symbol of locking him down for a lifetime, onto his ring finger.

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