He was an absolute noble, decisive and cold-hearted, yet he was persistently entwined with her, doting incessantly.
The first time they met, he questioned, “Six years ago, was it you?”
The second time they met, he was holding a paternity test, “You still dare to say your son isn’t mine?”
The nth time they met, she finally lost her patience, “Sir, will you ever give it a rest?”
The man lifted the corners of his mouth, smiling with a deep and enchanting charm, “Not before our second child is born.”
