Lyndon’s gaze was confident, as if victory was already in his grasp.

Tilda’s thoughts were in turmoil, with an image forcefully coming to mind.

On a dark night, in a confined space, the man ripped her clothes like a beast. Her self-respect and future were shattered.

Tilda’s complexion went white. She set down her fork, stood up, and declared, “Sorry, I don’t need to think it over. I reject your offer.

Please find someone else.”

Rosalynn and Brian entered the car.

Rosalynn shut the door, replaying the recent events in her head.

if they’ll make

belt for her and reassured, “Don’t

brought a smile

fascinating? If our future baby is just as delightful, I’ll

secured the seat belt and embraced

do I sense a bit of grumbling? Do you find

keep up with comments Like that,

his

are so complicated. You’ll end up blaming

loss for words. What an

“That’s sophistry.”

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