"Do you beg?"
"..." Eva Nightingale remained silent, staring with wide eyes. Feeling aggrieved, her eyes welled up again.
Not receiving her response, he smirked, lowered his head, and bit into her fair skin.
"Please, I beg you."
She truly feared him. She didn't know where things went wrong, why things turned out like this... Why did he suddenly become so fierce towards her?
However, deep down, she really didn't want to marry him anymore.
He stopped nibbling her, leaned his handsome face close to hers, and softly said, "Alright, then if you beg me, I won't let you go." He wouldn't do that kind of thing to her.
It was undeniable. Just looking at her made him unable to resist... He wished she would hurry and give birth to the little bun... Then he wouldn't have to hold back so much.
"I beg you, let me go."
She followed his lead, softening her tone.
"Is this the tone of someone begging? Hmm? Who am I?"
"Ex-husband." She replied without hesitation.
