Kicked Out I Unlocked My Ultimate Boss Mode novel Chapter 56

**TITLE: Broken Doesn’t Mean End**
**By M. Kaushik**

**Chapter 56**
**You’re My Fiancée**

As Helen locked eyes with Timothy, a fleeting spark of emotion flickered within her, causing her heart to race momentarily. With a graceful movement, she leaned down and settled into the car’s inviting interior, feeling the weight of the day begin to lift.

The vehicle glided into the night, and an unexpected tranquility enveloped her, contrasting sharply with the fatigue that clung to her like a shadow. The air inside the car was perfectly tempered, neither stifling nor chilly. A subtle fragrance of cedar drifted around her, wrapping her in its warm embrace, soothing her frayed nerves and allowing her to breathe a little easier.

With a soft sigh, Helen let her eyelids drift shut, leaning back against the plush seat. For the first time that evening, she allowed the facade of unwavering strength to slip away, revealing the fatigue that had etched itself onto her features.

Timothy’s voice broke the silence, resonating with a magnetic charm that filled the confined space. “Tough day?” he asked, his tone inviting. “Want to grab a bite?”

Keeping her eyes closed, Helen responded, her voice languid and stripped of its usual icy edge, “No, just take me home. I have needling therapy with Grandpa first thing in the morning.”

“Needling therapy?” His eyebrows shot up in surprise, a flicker of intrigue igniting in his gaze. A playful smirk began to dance on his lips. “Should I be curious? What other surprises are you hiding? Are you secretly a superhuman?”

His relaxed voice, laced with a rough charm, sent a flutter through her heart.

That crooked smile lingered on his face, wrapping around her like a comforting blanket, tugging gently at her heartstrings.

Helen let out a soft hum, exuding confidence mixed with a hint of mischief.

Timothy couldn’t help but chuckle, the sound rumbling from his chest, growing lazier and more enchanting with each passing moment.

As he observed her cool, striking features, a playful urge to tease bubbled to the surface.

“The mighty Ms. Walcott,” he began, a sly curve to his lips, “you might not know this, but our families promised us to each other when we were just kids.”

Helen’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at him, her mind racing to make sense of his words.

His grin widened, and he continued in a slow, teasing tone, “That means, technically, you’re my fiancée.”

Confusion washed over Helen, and she shot him a look filled with incredulity.

“Don’t believe me?” Timothy’s gaze sparkled with mischief, his eyes glinting like stars against the night sky. “Ask your grandpa when you get home.”

The truth was, both grandfathers had mentioned it in passing before, but Timothy had shrugged it off as a whimsical notion, never giving it a second thought.

Yet, the moment he laid eyes on Helen at the hospital—when she had bravely saved Stella—everything changed. The realization that she was the true Walcott daughter struck him like a bolt of lightning, and the engagement he had previously dismissed suddenly felt laden with significance.

Helen remained silent for a few moments, contemplating his words. Finally, she retorted, “Come on. It’s a new era. Outdated ideas should remain in the past.”

“But…”

He elongated the word, his voice dripping with lazy charm, laughter curling around his words like a warm breeze. “If it’s you, I might just entertain an old idea.”

“… Are you flirting with me?”

Timothy raised an eyebrow, casting a sidelong glance her way. “I thought I was being rather clear.”

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