From the beginning, she wanted more than this!
Impatience grew in Mr. Hawthorne's eyes, and the strength of his fingers gradually increased, "Speak!"
Laura Quincy gave a bitter smile, her eyes filled with endless coldness, "Since your predetermined wife is Stella Jennings, you should never have bothered me from the start! I've told you long ago what I wanted. If you think of me as a pet you can play with whenever you want, then I'm blind! I ask you, Fourth Young Master, to let me go as soon as possible."
She spoke each word steadily, her gaze firm.
Chill slowly appeared in Mr. Hawthorne's eyes, "Stella and I are not as you imagine. It's impossible for me to marry her, and I haven't treated you as a pet."
