Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1677

Krystina had heard the gist of the conversation. She crossed her arms and stared intently at Sylvia. "Hear that? I told you Quincy was a solid guy. A SWAT Captain with a booming sense of justice, yet he's still so incredibly thoughtful. Working behind the scenes to take care of you, sending a doctor to your office, and not even taking the credit for it. It's nearly impossible to find a man this dependable and humble nowadays." Leaning forward, Krystina urged her earnestly, "Sylvia, are you really not going to consider him?"

Sylvia lowered her eyes, looking at the fading needle mark on the back of her hand. After a moment of silence, she shook her head. "I'll buy him a nice gift later to thank him properly. But he and I really aren't a good match."

Krystina frowned in total confusion. "Why not? He's handsome, built like a tank, has a stable career, and treats you exceptionally well. What exactly makes him a bad match?"

Taking a deep breath, Sylvia looked up, her gaze perfectly calm as she met her best friend's eyes. "If I were ever going to consider a relationship, I think... I'd only want a relationship that leads to marriage. You know Quincy is a SWAT officer. He's on call twenty-four hours a day and could be deployed on a dangerous emergency mission at a moment's notice. He works in a high-risk profession, and I don't want... I can't live a life constantly terrified for my partner's safety."

She didn't say anything further. The truth was, she longed for companionship more than anyone else. Perhaps it stemmed from being sent away by her parents to live with her grandparents as a child. Her grandmother had passed away early, and now her grandfather was gone, too. Her parents and brother had never shown her any real affection. She appeared to the world as an invincible, iron-willed businesswoman, yet deep down, she was profoundly lonely. Every night when she dragged her exhausted body home, she desperately wished for a porch light left on just for her, for someone who would catch her when she fell, for someone to share a warm bowl of soup with her.

Sadly, no matter how hard she tried or how well-behaved she was, she could never earn that kind of unconditional love. A child caught in the rain without an umbrella has no choice but to sprint. So she had learned to fight for herself, to swallow her tears, and to become her own pillar of support. That was why she pushed herself so relentlessly, working until she collapsed with a fever in her office. It was also why she rejected romance, utterly terrified of experiencing loss again.

Quincy, as a former special forces operative and current SWAT Captain, belonged to his country. His calling was glorious and deserving of the utmost respect. But he could never satisfy Sylvia's selfish, deeply buried desire for simple, stable companionship.

Catching the fleeting flash of sorrow in Sylvia's eyes, Krystina instantly understood. She sighed softly, walking over to wrap her arms around Sylvia's shoulders in a comforting hug. "Okay, we won't date him. Our Sylvia is an empire all on her own. You don't need a man."

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