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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!"

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Chapter 434: Take It Easy

'But, you're pregnant. You can't fly during this period," Nancy worried. 'I've got some pills from the doctor. It'll be fine."

Crystal went back to her bedroom, took a picture of the done scarf, and posted it to Instagram.

These days, she keeps recording her daily life on Instagram. Scarf Weaving, cooking, the information of gastric cancer that she concluded...

She somehow had the feeling that Nathan would see the posts.

After posting the photo, she stared at the computer screen for a while before starting the final packing.

In Garcia's Manor.

Marcos picked his ear with a finger while listening to the gunshots that sounded in the shooting range.

'Master Davis, you're not yourself lately."

'What a low hit ratio!" Marcos ridiculed.

Nathan, who had always hit the bull's eye, made frequent mistakes lately. Marcos put away his cell phone, asked Nathan mysteriously, 'Aren't you curious who just called me?"

'Not at all!"

'It's about Miss Smith."