Raymond could see the way she was still hesitating, her fingers gripping the hem of her dress as if grounding herself. He sighed and leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.
"I like the way you do things, the way you think about others before yourself. But this time, you should just let me take care of things. Trust me."
Valentina exhaled shakily, nodding slightly, but deep inside, she still couldn't shake the feeling of unease.
A car this expensive… she didn't want anyone in Raymond's family to think she was extravagant or taking advantage of their wealth, that would be so sad to her.
Raymond studied her face, as if reading every thought running through her mind. Then, with a small smirk, he added, "And if you're worried about what people will think… what if I tell you, Valentina, that you're not just married into a wealthy family—but to the wealthiest men in the world?"
Hearing what Raymond just said.
