Jing Haohao looked into Liang Chen's deep and unfathomable black eyes, his handsome and striking face, suppressing the unease that had just surfaced in her heart, and casually asked, "Didn't you have something to tell me?"
Jing Haohao's recent words were so harsh, showing no mercy.
What he thought was, if you really love a woman, words alone aren't enough. Instead, you should marry her openly, making her name and your name, under the protection of law, stand side by side.
But she didn't want to marry him at all, she didn't care for him, didn't care for "Mrs. Liang" title, what she wanted was a legitimate status for the child in her belly.
If it wasn't for the child in her belly, her wish would still be to get as far away from him as possible, forever.
Those deeply affectionate words he had thought of in the study, that swirled around in his heart and throat, just wouldn't come out.
