She had been with him for so many years until this age, yet he was now going back on his word and saying that he didn't want to get married?

Dylan could feel the wind blowing by his ears, and there were countless needles shooting past him.

"Selina, how about we don't get married?" he repeated again in a low voice.

Selina's gaze was fixed on Dylan for a few seconds, and moments later, she suddenly stood up.

There was a smile on the corner of her mouth, but it was a forced, unnatural smile.

A cold beam of light flashed in her eyes. "You don't want to get married, right? Fine. Who's the b*stard that said that he wanted to marry me last time? Tell me!" Dylan didn't say a word.

Last time, it was he who had said it, but he regretted it.

He had yet to acquire the ability to stand up against that person. Thus, he didn't want his marriage with Selina to be a tool.

He thought to himself that he would get rid of all the shackles one day and marry Selina without any burdens. Then, he would give her the happiness she wanted.

Selina's expression became even colder when she saw that Dylan didn't answer her.

She clapped her hands. "Fine, you won't answer me, right? If you don't want to get married, then we won't. Do you think that no one wants me? I will leave now. There are men queuing up outside my gate waiting for me. I'll pick someone who is more handsome than you. I'll marry him and make love to him tonight."

Dylan's breathing hitched.

He hugged Selina again. "Selina, don't be like this. It's my fault."

He knew that Selina was saying all that in a fit of anger. However, Selina was always impulsive, and there was nothing that she didn't dare to do.

Dylan was really afraid. He was worried that before he could completely get rid of the shackles, Selina would already run away with another man.

"F*ck off," Selina screamed at him, trying to push Dylan away.

how hard she pushed and shoved, it was still useless. Dylan held her tightly, not

no choice but to bite

so deeply that Dylan's brows knitted together.

want. You'd better bite me to death. I'm already

help but curse in a

couldn't stand how aloof Dylan was

his voice was serious. "Come visit my mother with

paused slightly, stunned. Then she raised her head and looked

first time telling her that he would

hour later, Dylan brought Selina

very old unit. The corridor was narrow

third floor, there was a rusty iron gate in

took out the key

sound

behind Dylan, was

woman in a wheelchair coming over with an excited expression on

excitement on the woman's face instantly faded away, replaced

not Reid," she murmured

of pain flashed across Dylan's eyes, with a hint of

it's me. I'm Dylan." Dylan squatted down to the same

flashed in her eyes. "Dylan, you're here. You're here to visit me." Dylan

bought my lunch for me. Have you eaten

talking to Missha, his

Missha while holding onto Selina's hand. "Mom, this is my girlfriend, Selina. I've brought her here to meet you." Missha's

was also observing Missha,

surprised by this fact. After all, Dylan

raised in a respectable, elegant family, and did not

voice was very

a smile, "Hello, Auntie.

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