Chapter 64
He felt like he was going crazy with the torture. It was like a catalyst that had started a fire that went way
out of control.
He looked helplessly at her in her sleep.
Was it that he had confined himself for too long. Except for the night he was drugged, he had always
abided by his own rules. He had been indifferent and cold all these years. Was it that the long restraint, the delayed
impulse that was about to eat him up ferociously, that was swallowing his reason bit by bit.
He tried desperately to remain calm, and when he drew his arm out, he found it was so sore and stiff from
her long pressure that he could hardly move it. It took a while before he could feel better. He put her feet back on
the bed and tucked her back in the quilt.
Walking into the bathroom and turning on the cold water, he stood under the faucet and looked down at
himself, shaking his head helplessly.
He closed his eyes and slowly controlled the strange feelings inside his body. One minute, two minutes,
three minutes ... ten minutes ...
Until the phone rang
He came out of the cold water. His body was still wet and he picked up a bath towel and wrapped his body
with it casually. Afraid of disturbing Joyce's sleep, he hurried to pick up the phone.
On the other end of the line was Jacqueline's shrill, surprised voice.
is pregnant
and held the phone away from his ear. It was too
"Yes"
He didn't deny it.
doused by cold water just now was abruptly extinguished. What was he thinking? He had always been a responsible man, with his own principles. Charlotte saved his life, sacrificed her virginity, and now she was pregnant with his child. How could he let her bear the burden
he looked back on it over and over again and would
some reason, facing Charlotte, he could never find that
imagine he had such a sweet and
even feel the same impulse
purpose for approaching him, and regardless of whether Joyce intended to seduce
it off, even if he did not know what that could be
to sort out this
and Jacqueline was afraid to break the
already arranged a marriage for you and Charlotte, and it's a good thing she's pregnant. You should hurry up and get rid of this Joyce. You won't have anything to do with
license. People
and interrupted, "In a week, | will explain clearly to my grandmother. This marriage will end as soon as possible." Right now Joyce was sick, and he wanted
for fear of backlash, "When the time comes, we'll sit down together and talk about it. There's nothing we
a descendant, she must be so happy to see