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Domineering Billionaire Husband: Please Love Me Gently

She was forced to accept a marriage proposal from a strange billionaire to pay her huge debt and to take back her inheritance left to him when her mother died. "I only have two questions," she said. "The first question is this: if I sign it, does it mean that I don't need to pay my debt?" Mike: "Yes. And your second question...?" Crystal: "Okay, I haven't reached the legal age for marriage yet, so even if I sign it, it won't take effect. Is that right?" Nathan quickly raised his hand and said, "If I say that it is effective, no one will dare to say that it isn't. Do you believe that?" "I suppose so," Crystal admitted. She hesitated for a moment, and then she signed the marriage certificate. Months later, she asked for a divorce from him. He stared at her in silence, then he uttered, "Have I ever told you how much I love you?" "What does that have to do with our divorce?" Crystal asked. "I'm only asking because I care about you," Nathan murmured. Suddenly, tears began to stream down Nathan's face. "I'll be happy if you say that you care about me," Nathan continued. "Why must you torture me this way? Haven't I done enough to prove my love for you?" She was stunned hearing his confession and words stuck on her throat. Nathan carried on with his little speech. He said, "I have died once, and the fear of death has no hold on me. But if you admit that you care for me, then I will live for you! So, please, love me once, and I will be at your disposal!"

AnnaShannel_Lin · Urban
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Chapter 211: Who Do You Think You Are?

Nancy carried Clark into the dining room, and Crystal followed them. There was a high chair at the foot of the table for Clark. His mother sat to his left, and Crystal sat to his right.

As Nancy dished food onto Clark's plate, he smiled and said, "Thank you, Mommy. You are the best cook in the whole world."

"And you are the best son in the world." Nancy smiled. She kissed him on the cheek and said, "Now, eat up quick before it gets cold."

Before Clark could begin to eat, though, Paul walked into the room. He approached the head of the table and sat down. The other three watched him carefully and a little impatiently.

Now that he had joined them, they knew they could not eat until he started eating. That was one of his rules.