Cici watched as Max Mo's slender fingers tapped away on the keyboard. Unable to help herself, she bit her lip and said, "I'm sorry..."
Max Mo's long fingers paused for a moment, then continued typing. "Hm? Why are you saying those three words to me?"
Cici bit her lip, not daring to look into those calm and gentle blue eyes.
Max Mo was excellent. Truly excellent.
His qualities could easily outshine ninety percent of the men in this world.
Handsome and charming, gentle and considerate, with an impressive background, strong abilities, and a powerful status. He was also the CEO of a major corporation.
A man like him could have anything he wanted.
Yet he was unbelievably good to her.
And yet she was destined to let him down.
Honestly, Cici didn't understand it either. She wasn't exactly a top beauty, and the Grant Family meant nothing compared to the Mo Family.
Why does he still treat me so well?
When it comes to looks, I'm just above average. Sure, I'm pretty, but I'm not stunning.
As for talent, my older sister is the truly brilliant one—talented and dazzling. Compared to her, I'm nothing special.
When it comes to money, I'm just a humble translator. My salary isn't even enough to buy him a watch.
Status? Ha, what status do I have? The Grant Family is gone!
So why does he like me? Why has he waited for me all these years?
Is it just because of some old family tradition?
No, that's not it!
Cici knows this very well. If he didn't truly care, not even the king of heaven could force him to agree.
The Mo Family doesn't need a trophy wife anymore.