?<strong>Chapter 956:</strong>


    Kyson’s expression didn’t change, but a quiet light flickered in his eyes. His gaze softened, reflecting the night’s glow—and in its depths, her face appeared.


    “What if there’s no one better for me but you?” he said simply.


    The air between them stilled.


    Kyson Webster was a man born into privilege, heir to a fortune that could buy him a ce among the elite. With his looks, status, and power, he could have any woman he wanted—socialites, heiresses, stunning beauties who would fall over themselves for his attention. Yet, in this moment, he chose her.


    Even Kyson seemed surprised by his own words. He had spent his life considering the weight of the Webster family name, believing he couldn’t afford to be reckless.


    But now, with these words spoken, they felt right. As if they had been waiting all along. Perhaps, this was fate.


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    And now that he had said it, there was no turning back.


    He straightened, taking a step toward her—but the moment he moved, Carrie instinctively took a step back.


    He paused, then let out a small, resigned chuckle. “You don’t have to treat me like some kind of threat,” he said lightly. “I won’t do anything.”


    Carrie parted her lips, wanting to exin, but the words tangled in her throat. A flicker of guilt shed in her eyes.


    Kyson didn’t press her. Instead, he casually walked to the back of the car, shut the trunk, and returned to the front. Opening the passenger door, he gestured inside.


    “It’s gettingte. Let me take you home.” With those words, he gave her an easy way out, lifting the weight of the moment.


    Carrie exhaled softly, relieved that he wasn’t demanding an answer she wasn’t ready to give.


    “Okay,” she said, nodding as she stepped forward.


    Kyson stood by the door, his hand resting on the frame. She had no choice but to brush past him as she climbed inside, and though he didn’t move, his presence was impossible to ignore.


    Lowering her head, she avoided his gaze, focusing on her steps as she slid into the passenger seat.


    She was so preupied that she forgot to fasten her seatbelt.


    Kyson noticed, a faint smile tugging at his lips. Amused yet patient, he reminded her, “Seatbelt.”


    He made no move to help—just waited, giving her space.


    “Oh.” Flustered, Carrie quickly pulled the belt over her shoulder and buckled in.


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