Emily Walker was completely dumbfounded.
Responsible? This man said that she should be responsible!?
She really wanted to be speechless in anger!
Gritting her teeth, she stared at him, "I don't want your responsibility!"
"That's fine too, but you have to be responsible for me."
"..."
Hold it in.
Emily took a deep breath, trying to suppress the anger in her heart.
"Fine, you want me to be responsible for you? How? How am I supposed to stay by your side? Under what pretense? As a gossip-worthy mistress? Or a secret lover?" Emily's tone was firm, and a faint mist rose in her eyes for some reason.
Every time she thought about it, she didn't understand why her heart ached.
Her sudden words caught Baron Stuart off guard, and the playful smile on his face disappeared in an instant.
Mistress, lover, why did these words sound so ironic in his ears?
