Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 787:

As Burnet observed the genuine curiosity on Silver Fox’s face, he almost found it amusing how easily she could be fooled, prompting an urge to chuckle. Yet, the thought of fooling her quickly soured the moment, striking him with a pang of guilt. He awkwardly cleared his throat, maintaining his facade. “We should start with developing a relationship. Once we fall in love, having children will follow naturally.”

Silver Fox pondered his words before responding with a skeptical laugh, “And how long will that take? What if we never fall in love? Does that mean no children? My grandmother is over seventy. She doesn’t have that much time.”

Feeling guilty, Burnet rubbed his nose and replied, “We could try to have children while building our relationship. As long as we strive toward loving each other, it should work out.”

Silver Fox blinked, skepticism plain on her face. “But I don’t see myself ever loving you. Our children would grow up in a family without mutual love between the parents.”

“Why do you say that? What’s wrong with me?” Burnet asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re just not my type,” Silver Fox stated plainly. “I prefer delicate pretty boys who are good at sweet talk, persuasive, and preferably submissive. You’re the complete opposite—tough and domineering. It wouldn’t feel natural trying to love you.”

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you. You’re harsh and mean, quick to anger. We’ve only just agreed to a childbearing contract, and here you are, resorting to violence. If I ever fell for you, I’d just be another one of your possessions. Honestly, I despise you. If it weren’t for your looks and intellect, which make you a suitable candidate to father children, I wouldn’t have considered this arrangement. And it’s not just your tough demeanor that repels me—it’s your joyless expression. The first time I saw you, I loathed it. You don’t look any better

and for a moment, he genuinely reflected

mustering an apology. “I’m sorry,

a clear refusal to engage further. Yet, her anger was not

intake of breath, but to lighten

couldn’t help

her laugh, Burnet dropped the act, gazing at her with fondness. “Feeling better?” he asked

Fox, realizing he had been trying to cheer her up, softened. Though she recognized his effort, she playfully