"I like your words."
After Kaylah finished speaking, she lazily leaned back into her chair.
Aryan took a deep breath and felt that his reaction was a bit strange today.
Everyone said that he was a playboy who attracted countless girls. But only he knew that the only woman he had ever loved from the beginning to the end was the person in front of him.
He pretended to be a playboy because he wanted to cover up his frustration.
The only person Aryan loved had married someone else, causing him to lose all desire for love and marriage. That was why he didn't care who would be his wife. After all, it would never be Kaylah.
But in fact, that was just self-deception.
The real truth was that he couldn't accept anyone to be his wife except her.
Aryan's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't help but purse his lips. He was so nervous that he didn't know what he could say or do.