Cherish Turner's gaze was somewhat evasive, she had to admit, she was jealous.
However, William Griffith clearly saw her evasive eyes and understood that Cherish had feelings for him.
But it wasn't enough. Could such feelings make her not hate him one day?
He wasn't sure, so he could only suppress these feelings deep in his heart. In this seemingly drunken night, he pretended to be crazy and revealed some of his thoughts, or else, he would really go crazy!
Cherish Turner hurriedly left, and William Griffith lay alone on the sofa with his eyes open, but tears couldn't help but fall.
He didn't let Cherish see this.
Time seemed to go back five years.
Cherish locked herself in a cold room, sat on a cold bed, and then turned her back on him.
At that time, she was carrying little Lewis in her belly.
"I don't want to give birth to this child, I don't want to, I don't, I don't!" She repeated the same words every day, not communicating with him and hating him deeply.
