Beau's ink-black eyes were filled with his usual overbearingness and toughness.
Eliza looked at him, her heart palpitating a little. She pursed her lips. "I just think that someone with your status..."
In fact, he should have cared about it.
Beau used a little strength in his grip on her lower jaw. The strength of his grip caused Eliza to frown.
"In a marriage, husband and wife are equal."
"If I should despise your past, then you should also despise my past. Then it's fair like that."
"If I want to have a person, but still care about this person's past, then it's too tiring to live like this. "
Eliza looked at him in a daze.
She swore that this was the gentlest words she had ever heard.
Beau used his finger to touch her glittering lips and declared aggressively,
"I don't mind or care about your past."
"But I'm the only one in your future."
His deep voice made her heart pause for a moment.
