Chapter 135 Candlelit Dinner

"You said you didn't like living at home, so I bought this villa. Do you like it?" Alden pressed the keys into her hand. "Move in. It will be just the two of us. No one else will bother us ever again." Thalia looked down at the keys in her palm and smiled. "If this is because of the project, Alden, you really don't have to." If she was right, this villa was worth at least 400 million dollars. Back when he was helping the Marquette family, he would give amounts in the tens of millions at most. But now, he was being this extravagant, casually handing over a four- or five-hundred-million-dollar villa. "Lia, you've misunderstood me." Alden hadn't gotten the reaction he'd been hoping for—no joy or excitement, just disbelief. He'd come this far. Why was she still so unmoved? She wasn't like this before. Back then, even his smallest gestures could bring her to tears. But now, she was cool and distant, as if nothing could spark her interest anymore. He panicked. "I really want to build