Chapter 1855

"Sure," Debra replied, thinking. "I wanna hit an amusement park, go shopping without checking price tags, and travel to different cities."

Her eyes lit up with dreams of the future.

Juan watched her, falling silent.

"What's the point of asking? You're not gonna take me," she sighed, shaking her head.

He suddenly remembered how, in his previous life, she always wanted a honeymoon with him, but he had shut down her every wish, claiming he was too busy. They never even had a wedding.

"Think about what city you wanna visit. I'll have the tickets booked," he said.

Debra froze. "But I've got a test tomorrow."

"With your grades, missing it won't hurt. Life's gotta have some wild moments. Wherever you wanna go, I'm in."

"Anywhere?"

"Anywhere."

"Cool. I wanna go abroad."

"Done."

"For a whole week."

"Even if it takes a whole semester or you want to tour the northern hemisphere,

I'm game."

Her jaw dropped. "What about your company?"

He yanked off his family emblem and tossed it out the window.

"Screw the company," he said, done carrying the dead weight of it all.

Her eyes sparkled. She hadn't expected him to agree to a world tour.

"Let's start with the northern hemisphere and then the whole world. But can your wallet handle it?"

"That's not your problem. Just pick a city."

He would like to take her to any corner of the globe.

She thought hard. "I wanna go to... France. They say it's the city of romance. I've never been there before."

He observed her excitement. She was an heiress, supposed to jet off wherever she pleased.

But he had never faced her pain head-on, like how, despite her status, she lived under Ralph's roof, teaching herself to survive and hiding her brilliance to avoid being used.

He reached out for her hair, trying to feel her disappointment in the previous life when he had shot her down.

She noticed his silence and turned. "You're not bailing already, are you?" Content originally comes from find·novel·net

"Do I look like the type to back out?" he asked.

"Hard to say. Rich guys can be stingy," she quipped.

Her words brought a smile to his face, and she asked wonderingly, "What's so funny?"

"You're funny. Don't worry. I'll keep my word," he replied seriously.

"You know, you're the second-best guy I've ever met," she said, gazing out the window. "The best guy was my dad."