One Child Two Treasures: The Billionaire Chief’s Good Wife

iful diamond pendants, and I don’t want you going through all this trouble to please me!”

She raised her eyes at him with a pale face.

Their eyes met.

She looked at him, then suddenly closed in on him, and pressed herself against his front.
She lifted her finger and lightly tapped against his chest.

Right there was his powerful heartbeat.

“I want this; can you give it to me?”

He stared at her intently.

Her throat felt parched, but she persisted in her questioning.
“The love I desire, I hope that it will have a legitimate title; can you give that to me?”

His continued silence gradually made her feel disheartened.
She gave a hollow laugh and suddenly found this interrogation to be ludicrous.

She mentioned his heart.

In his heart, was she really a pawn that was there to do his every bidding?

“Do you know what marriage means to me? If you can’t even give me a legitimate title, why should I keep liking you?”

She gritted her teeth and weakly declared, “I don’t like you anymore!”

That one declaration was like an icicle stabbing deeply into his flesh.
In that moment, his heart seemed to have been pierced fatally.

Did she just refuse to like him?

D*mn this woman! How could she act on her own?

Did he permit her not to like him?

He stood rooted to the spot.
Along with the stiffening of his massive and proud frame, his facial expression also froze as his eyes showed puzzlement, humiliation, and anger.

Unable to accept his continued silence, she turned to leave.

He reached out to grab her arm tightly and pulled her back.