All Zhaoyang hoped to happen was a divorce to cleave through this ridiculous relationship—not a child to reinforce it!
Imagine if they ever had a child, she would be stuck with him for good.
"You don't want it?" The man raised his brows as he stared into her eyes, "Well, Zhaoyang there are things in life which are not up to you."
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She felt nearly drowning in the dark pupils of his eyes as her body shook briefly before she shifted her sight away, "Stop these I-am-possessive-alpha talk will you? Just go away!" She peeked through the door mindfully, in case any passerby was there. She hated it when she was always right on the plot development as there were passersby right at the corridor outside, a handful of them doing cleaning in fact. It looked like they would not be going anytime soon and Huo Yunting could not leave as she wished.
