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 could her strength compare to his? No matter how hard she pushed and

bite on Dylan's shoulder with all

deeply that Dylan's brows knitted together.

to death. I'm already yours anyway. It's not too bad if i am being bitten to death by you!" Hearing

could not help but curse in a

couldn't stand how aloof Dylan was

time, his voice was serious. "Come visit my mother with

raised her

first time telling her that he would bring her to see

an hour later, Dylan brought

old unit. The corridor was narrow and worn

on the third floor, there was a rusty iron gate in front

took out the key and opened

scraping sound could

following behind

wheelchair coming over with

face instantly faded away, replaced by

Reid, it's not Reid," she murmured to

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

squatted down to the same eye level as

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

"I've already eaten. Auntie bought my lunch for me. Have you

Missha, his tone became

I've brought her here to meet you." Missha's gaze fell on Selina's face, and she sized her up

Selina was also observing Missha, a little

extremely beautiful, but Selina was not surprised by this fact. After all, Dylan was

that Missha had a very good temperament. She looked like she was raised in a respectable, elegant family, and did not look like someone who would live in a place like this at all. "You're

was

squatted down and said with a smile, "Hello, Auntie. It's

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