Married To A CEO. Omega
Chapter 76 - Sixty-Six

Chapter 76: Chapter Sixty-Six

"Are you ready?" Leo calls, leaning against the doorframe, his hands crossed over his chest as he takes me in.

He looks particularly beautiful in that turtle-neck sweatshirt and long coat. Casual yet perfect attire. His pink hair is nicely brushed and shows no hint of flaws. I think I am falling for Leo Snow all over again.

My stylist steps away and I stand up. I smile, "Yes."

He smiles back and straightens up on his feet. "Reporters are waiting downstairs." Leo exhales deeply, "Are you feeling nervous?"

I grin, "I think you are the one who is nervous here." I rub his back gently as I steer him toward the staircase. "Are you feeling sick? If you are then we can also tell them to wait a little."

Leo shakes his head, "No, I am fine. I will be fine. You don’t have to make anyone wait." He puts his hand over my arm.

"Are you sure?" I taunt.

He chuckles softly and replies, "More than you could imagine."

I just grin in reply and shake my head. He has no idea what he does to me every time he looks at me with those black eyes and smiles with those cherry lips. He will drive me crazy one day for sure. No, he already is.

I can see the reporters filling our living space from the start of the staircase as we unhurriedly climb down the steps. A few reporters notice us and turn their cameras towards us. The blinding flashlight of the cameras is pricking my pinched vision. I squint.

"You ready?" I lean a bit and whisper into Leo’s ear.

Leo slowly nods as he tips up his face to meet my gaze. In his black eyes, there is only this that is reflecting and that is me. Something inside my chest stirs and I smile. I keep my hand planted at the lower back of Leo and guide him down the steps gently.

Kevin is waiting for us at the end of the stairs. He greets us when we are down, "President, Mr. Warner." His eyes narrow for a split moment when they fall over me before returning to the normal. "Good evening. You are on time. Please this way." He beckons us toward the couch.

I let Leo walk ahead of me and then follow behind him. I like the way he walks.

The reporters shower us with questions as we approach them but Kevin retaliates for us. Leo and I get seated. And the first question is of course directed toward me.

"Mr. Warner, is it true that you had multiple relationships before you got married to Mr. Snow?" A female reporter launches the first attack and many follow after her.

"I will answer you every question but please calm down first and ask one by one," I say politely. "And yes. I had multiple relationships in the past." I admit and I know what I am doing.

The reporter’s pen flows over her pad as she notes down the information. The other reporters copy after her.

"Do you still have these kinds of things going on, Mr. Warner, even after the marriage?" Another male reporter shoots the question.

"No," I answer firmly. "I have left my past at the past and am moving on with my husband by my side." I sideways glance at Leo and smile.

Leo turns slightly pink at the gesture but quickly collects himself together.

"But I believe Mr. Snow is divorcing you." The same reporter questions again.

I look at Leo and open my mouth but Leo beats me to it, "Let me answer this question." Leo pipes up. "That day I had indeed gone to my lawyer’s office but not for any divorce or anything. It’s all a misunderstanding."

"You heard him." I press my lips to suppress the smile spreading across my face. I look like a fool madly in love.

"So, you guys aren’t getting a divorce?" Another female reporter pipes in, looking slightly disappointed as we aren’t giving them what they want.

"No," I say. "Anything else?"

"But Mr. Warner I heard a thing about you two. May I ask?" The female reporter refuses to back down.

"Yes, please." I fight my urge to frown at the smirk tugging on the reporter’s lips.

"I heard that you married Mr. Leo for his money." The female reporter smiles and I wish she weren’t a woman or I would have smashed her head against the wall and shattered it into pieces. "Does that purpose remain the same for you to not wanting to divorce him even when you don’t love him?"

Leo’s muscles tense beneath my touch at this question but his face remains the same. As blank as a white paper. My jaw clenches and my fingers flex.

"Well, it’s true that I really married Leo because of his back balance," I admit with a shameless smile on my face. The reporters’ pens fly over their pads as they capture my each word. Maybe even exaggerating a bit for the flavor. "I still think I like Leo so much for the money he owns. I like him for that reason. But I don’t love him for that reason."

The entire room holds its breath but only that female reporter goes on, "What do you mean Mr. Warner that you don’t love him for that reason? What are you trying to imply here? Didn’t you marry him for that reason? For money? Or you don’t love him in the first place."

Leo looks at me and I don’t miss the worried gleam in his black eyes. I smile and pat his back assuringly, "You got me a little wrong here, miss." I keep my shameless smile intact, "I said I love him but I didn’t love him for his money. I like him for his money. There is a difference here." I pause and look at Leo affectionately before turning my attention to the reporters before us who seem to be fading in the background because of Leo and my presence.

"If I tell the truth, then I must admit that I love spending money. At least more than I like to earn them. So when Leo walked into that bar randomly that day and asked me to marry him the moment his eyes fell over me, I asked him about his back balance and he said that he had plenty of money that will keep my pocket full all the time." I start to recall the memories from the past. They are like a cinema being played out before me. The cinema which contains my favorite moment of my life.

"I thought that money was the only thing that would and could make me happy in this whole world but my judgments were never right on this matter from the beginning." I shake my head, "Looking back at that time Leo didn’t expect anything from me either. We were in a hopeless and without any destination marriage. And then I started to fall for him."

"Why?" the female reporter cuts me in, "Why did you start to fall for Mr. Snow, Mr. Warner? Was there any specific reason or any specific situation that triggered it? What made you fall for the person you never saw a future with."

"Well, honestly speaking, I never saw a future with him and I still don’t do." I pause and a beat passes before I resume again, "Because all I see now is him. I don’t even know why I love him as much as I do. I even search for some pieces from the past to find the reason why I fell for him and I feel like I am going around a never-ending circle. Every time I search for the answer to the question, I come up with nothing but a single ’I don’t know.’ I just know I love but I don’t know the reason why. I just do and hopelessly do. I know he is beautiful, smart, strong, and everything everyone wants to be but there is no specific thing about him that I like or love the most.

"I love his every part. Every ounce of him, furnished and equally. Not more not less. My love for him is whole. And I don’t know the reason behind it. I know that even if he weren’t what he is now I would still have loved him just like the way I do now. There is nothing to left to me aside from the identity of a man hopelessly in love with his husband. That’s it." I finish, pride and satisfaction coiling up inside my chest. I have never felt as proud of myself as I am now. And it’s all because of the man sitting beside me and looking at me mesmerized.

"Woah, Mr. Snow you have maybe made a deal with the devil to have a partner like Mr. Warner who loves you unconditionally. I am so jealous." A female reporter awes. "If you don’t mind can you guys kiss for me once?" She requests.

"Of course, I would be happy to do this for you. How about you, Leo?" I turn to him.

"It’s fine I guess." he smiles, affection and something else that I can’t put my finger to breaming out of his eyes, making my heart stop and the whole room of reporters awe in admiration of his beauty.

I cradle his head and pull him in for a soft affectionate kiss. I want to devour him but it can wait until the reporters go away. Flashlights wash over us as we kiss and look each other in the eyes, saying so many things that my brain malfunctions to process. But just a single line registers and that is, he loves me.