"Fine, I'll admit I'm just being unreasonable. Cherish Turner, tell me, when I asked you to marry me back then, did you refuse because I had a son?"
Cherish was startled by his question, not knowing what to say as she glanced at the wide-eyed little Lewis beside her.
"William Griffith, what are you talking about? When did I ever say that?" How could she hate Little Lewis? He was so adorable.
It was just that she hadn't thought about marriage yet. She was only twenty-two years old, the age when she should be working hard for her future. At this age, she could date and be wild, but marriage... was too early.
Moreover, she hadn't prepared herself to face her family and friends with him and become a mother to a child, even though she liked Little Lewis so much…
She didn't know herself.
William saw Cherish's evasiveness and panic in her eyes. Maybe there were still many things they needed to think through and resolve together.
In the past, he had oversimplified everything.
