I've been planning our rendezvous for a long time. I merely want to borrow money, but I didn't expect the shackles between us to become increasingly tight.

I had no choice but to look for a father for my child, but I didn't expect to find one for myself.

Billionaire's Sweet Wife

Looking at my reflection in the elevator, I took a long sigh of relief to calm my nervousness. I told myself that I was all ready to marry Arthur Mitchell, so I had to learn how to face everything.


Arthur Mitchell is a special gentleman. I'm too nervous and sensitive.


How is it possible to want Theresa to grow up with him without paying?


And Arthur Mitchell is not a bad man. It may not be so difficult to try to accept it.


I just don't know why. Just as I got off my mind, Ryan Campbell's face appeared in the elevator.


When the elevator door opened, I immediately got rid of the clutter in my heart and carried the child into the room.


With the advent of night, The Campbell's building gradually became empty.


In the office on the top floor, I sat on the cane chair beside the French window, looking out of the window at the bustling night scene, sucking cigarettes at my fingertips.


Chapter 119