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.

to bite on Dylan's shoulder with

deeply that Dylan's brows knitted together. However, Dylan still didn't let

with a satisfied tone, "You can bite me all you want. You'd better bite me to death. I'm already yours anyway. It's not too bad if i am being bitten to death by you!" Hearing this,

help but curse in a

stand how aloof Dylan

began to speak again. This time, his voice

her head

first time telling her that he would

an hour later, Dylan

a very old unit. The corridor was narrow and worn

on the third floor, there was a rusty iron

key and opened the

sound could be

following behind Dylan, was

saw a woman in a wheelchair coming over with an excited expression on her face. "Mom," Dylan

woman's face instantly faded away, replaced by

Reid, it's not

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

I'm Dylan." Dylan squatted down

her gloominess, a tiny smile flashed in her eyes. "Dylan, you're here. You're here to visit me." Dylan nodded.

eaten. Auntie bought my lunch for me.

eaten." When Dylan was talking to Missha, his tone became gentle, which was rare

holding onto Selina's hand. "Mom, this is my girlfriend, Selina. I've brought her here

was also observing

by this fact. After all, Dylan was handsome, so

elegant family, and did not look like someone who would live in a place like this at all. "You're my son's girlfriend, Selina." Missha smiled

was

smile, "Hello, Auntie. It's a pleasure

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