Arabella Vanderbilt and Isabella Harrison were approaching Vincent more and more, and their conversation became increasingly clear—
"Arabella, since you've just broken up and are in a grace period, why not consider me? Let's be together, you're literally my lucky star, marrying you would definitely make me happy!"
Vincent's body froze in place, his expression cycling through a myriad of changes as he stared at the two women.
Arabella laughed lightly, "Can you bear a child for me?"
"If you want, it's possible, artificial insemination. If you want a child, we can do that! We women, are we ever short of our own flesh and blood? Right? Unlike men, who sow their seeds everywhere and still worry if the children are theirs or not! Men are just, so fussy!"
Vincent's lips twitched!
Men...
So fussy...
Vincent again tugged at the corners of his stiff lips...
Listening to this, the argument actually seemed quite reasonable...
However, he just felt a chill all over.
