"Mr. Coldwell, I hope you can keep your promise. Now, tell me, what exactly do you want to talk about?"
Richard Coldwell had not just once asked to be united in marriage with her.
But he clearly disliked children very much.
Moreover, Lily couldn't feel even the slightest bit of affection from him towards her.
She really didn't understand why a man like Richard Coldwell would want to marry her.
His cold and rigid voice rose lowly, "I just want to know what it would take for you to marry me."
Lily was speechless; sure enough, it was this topic again.
"Mr. Coldwell, I've told you many times. I don't like you, and you don't like me. You tell me... why should two people who don't like each other be together?"
"You are precisely wrong." The man's deep blue eyes flashed a tiny spark. "It is exactly because I don't like you, and you don't like me, that... we are more suitable."
