Goodbye My Alpha (Taya and Griffon)

chapter519 "Taya."

Griffon pressed on the paper and looked down at Taya, who was serious and focused on drawing

"I'll help you restore your identity and set up a company for you. You can design under your own name in the future," he offered.

Hearing this, Taya's hand, which was holding the measuring ruler, paused for a moment. She looked up at Griffon and shook her head without hesitation.

"If you're going to restore my identity, then wait till I fulfill Rosalie's dream first," she replied.

Rosalie had taken on more than fifty projects that she was interested in and ended up passing away before she could get started on them.

As her sister, Taya had to finish all of them so that Rosalie could rest in peace.

"Forget about setting up a company, too," she added.

She wanted to stand on the same stage as him with her own ability after fulfilling her sister's dream.

Although it was impossible for her to reach his level, at the very least, she wouldn't remain like how she was right then: lacking education and connections.

Griffon seemed to be able to read her mind. He said, "I'm willing to do everything for you. You don't have to think too much."

Taya stood up straight and looked up at Griffon under the sunlight. "I know, but there are some things I want to do by myself."

If he was willing to mate her one day in the future, then she had to climb to the top by herself so that others wouldn't accuse her of riding on someone's coattails.

The determination in her eyes showed confidence Griffon had never seen in her before. It was as if her daintiness was completely gone, making her seem untouchable.

Seeing her like that made his love for her grow stronger. However, he didn't say much, because he would do everything that he had to for her sake.

Taya was completely focused on her drawing, and Griffon couldn't persuade her so he could only prepare her medicine and some food for her while he silently watched from the side. She toiled away until the early hours of the morning. Taya's sketches had finally taken shape, but they still needed to be polished.

Seeing her bent over as she continued to draw, Griffon picked her up and walked toward the master bedroom.

Taya was placed on the bed by him. While surrounded by soft pillows, her tense nerves relaxed.

For the time being, she put away all her thoughts about designing and raised her gaze to look at the man who was unbuttoning his shirt with one hand.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

At the sight of his toned abs, Taya's heart skipped a beat.

Based on his demeanor, she surmised that he desired it once more. Frightened, she quickly bundled herself up in the blanket and rolled to the corner. Griffon, who was about to go to the bathroom, couldn't help smirking when he saw her do that.

He walked over and grabbed Taya's feet, dragging her to the side of the bed before propping himself up with both hands on either side of Jaya and gazing down at her.

"Do you want me now?"

Taya was speechless.

He was the perverted one yet he had the audacity to ask her that.

She pushed Griffon away, hugged the blanket, and tumbled away to the corner once again.

She covered herself tightly, only her eyes exposed, staring at him defensively.

The doting smile in Griffon' gaze intensified.

"I won't do anything to you tonight. Sleep well."

With that, he turned around and went to the bathroom.

Seeing the frosted glass door close, Taya relaxed.

She turned over to hug the big pillow, rested her head on it, and fell asleep peacefully.

When she woke up the next day, Taya saw the sunlight pouring in from the French windows and it was shining on Griffon' face.

Nestled in his arms, she raised her head slightly and looked at that flawless face...

Griffon was truly sculpted by God.

His eyes, especially when they were open, were breathtakingly deep and brimming with complicated emotions, and when they were. closed, she could see his thick, long eyelashes, which were enviable.

When Taya saw his long eyelashes which were longer than that of most women, she couldn't help stretching out her fair little hand, wanting to touch them.

Before she could do so, however, he grabbed her wrist. When she looked up again, she was met by his eyes, which seemed to be dotted with stars.

He picked her up, moving her to lie on top of him. He pressed her waist, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What did you dream about last night?"