Mike's reaction was a low, triumphant rumble that started deep in his chest. He didn't offer a gentle comfort or a soft word that said, 'it's okay,' but instead, he let out a dark, victorious laugh that seemed to echo the very breaking of her resolve.
It was the laugh of a man who had played a long game and had finally seen his prize fall into his hands. "Ever since I set my foot in this country... my luck keeps increasing without any limits, and I started to get this feeling where fate is always by my side."
"And finally," he growled, his eyes burning with a predatory satisfaction. "God, Ellie, do you have any idea how long I've been waiting to hear you say that when you were with someone else?!"
"How many years have I sat there, watching you play house with that walking spreadsheet, knowing you were starving for exactly this?"
