“I… I’m..” Trishia staggered. She knew what he had meant.
“If you want to continue with that title, please behave yourself.” Bill sounded calm but his words somewhat carried awful threats.
“Bill, you know that I love you. Why can’t you give me a chance?” Though intense fear ran crazily over her, she still dared to ask.
“I want to have a baby with you.”
“I want to be your wife.” Trishia refused to stop today. She was enduring everything for a long time and yet she was nothing to him.
“I don’t do romance.” Bill turned around and walked towards the glass wall. He looked outside with unfathomable eyes.
“Then why could you treat me like you treated Ara…. that woman before?” She couldn’t afford to say Arabella’s name again.
“I saw you kissing her and your desire for her. You lived with her and slept with her every night.” Trishia clenched her fists, thinking about her mortal enemy, Arabella. Then she ran and hugged Bill’s behind.
