Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 97: Chapter 97

Three months of training had given me a bit of an eye for these things. This bracelet was completely clear, with no flaws at all—top-grade emerald, the kind you can't even buy if you have the money. Calling it priceless wouldn't be an overstatement.
"Delilah, I really can't take this bracelet. Please keep it," I said, hurrying to slide it off my wrist and push it back to her. I was firm in my refusal.
Delilah sighed, "Mase's grandfather bought this when he was still alive. He told me to keep it on my wrist and give it to Mase's wife as a wedding gift someday. So this is from Mase's grandfather, Kate. You have to take it."
I was stunned. There was no way to say no to that. I had nothing to say, so I put it back on.
"Hmm, it looks lovely. Being young is wonderful," Delilah said and then stood up. "I'll head out. Have family dinner downstairs later."
"Okay, Delilah. Take your time. We'll be down soon," I said.
"Mase, spend more time with Kate. Give me a great-grandchild soon," Delilah said.
"Oh, Delilah," I said, hugging her arm and acting a little playful.
Delilah patted my hand, smiling, and left. Once the door was closed again, I picked up the contract from the table and held it out to Mason. "Here, take this back."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
I tried to look like I didn't care. "It's your family's money. I can't take it."
"Okay," Mason said, taking it without arguing.
I hadn't hesitated when I handed it over, but I felt a little let down that he actually took it back?
"Regretting it?" Mason asked.
"Of course, not. If it's not mine, I don't want it," I said, shaking off the feeling. I told myself not to get swept up by wealth. I needed to remember why I was here.
"I really don't get you. You're so money-obsessed, but you're pushing away this great fortune. Do you know how much this contract is worth?" Mason said, waving the folder.
"Lots and lots. More than I could make in a lifetime, no, several lifetimes."
"Then why not take it?" he asked, confused. "If this were Richard or Joey, they'd be grinning from ear to ear."
Mason grew up in a wealthy family. He'd seen siblings fight over money since he was little—nasty, bitter fights. And it wasn't just the Knight family. The neighbors and friends around him? Their families were pretty much the same.
So he couldn't make sense of someone like me.
I said, "Money's just something you need enough of to get by. If you care too much about it, you'll lose a lot of other things. Life's about being happy, not chasing money."
He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Easy to say. How many people actually think that way?"
"Why does it matter what others do? If you're happy, can someone steal that from you?"
"Fair point," Mason said, giving me a thumbs-up. It was the first time he'd ever agreed with something I'd said.
He added, "You're that high-minded? Then you won't need the dividends either. I'll take care of all the money for you. We'll both be happy that way."
I protested, "Mason, I totally disagree!"
I wanted to cry. It felt like I'd lifted a rock only to drop it on my own foot. No wonder he'd changed his tune so easily. He'd been waiting to spring this on me.
What an evil capitalist. He'd at least give me pocket money, right?
Mason kept grinning, watching my changing face. When he thought the time was right, he said, "I'm kidding. But just because you think that way doesn't mean everyone else does. Better not use your kindness as a yardstick for everyone else."