A transfer notification.

One million Baymarks.

Her grip tightened slightly. Slowly, she lifted her gaze to him.

“What’s this for?”

Calvin didn’t hesitate.

“You said I was throwing money away,” he replied calmly, almost lazily. “Wouldn’t it be worse to throw it at strangers and not even spend a cent on you?”

Her lips parted.

But before she could speak.

“I don’t want people’s gazes on you,” he cut in, his voice lower now, more serious. “I don’t want anyone looking at you and making you feel like you’re not good enough to stand beside me.”

His hand moved across the table.

Warm.

Steady.

He took hers in his.

“I...