"Thank you." Skye Brown didn't know what thoughts were hidden under Norman York's long and deep eyes.
She nodded slightly, curled her lips, not wanting to expose her misfortune and fatigue to Norman York.
When Skye Brown smiled, not only were her brows and eyes crescent-shaped, but they were also very attractive.
Even the dimples on her cheeks made her appear sweet and charming.
In a trance, perhaps this is how a man feels when looking at the woman he loves.
Lily Redington smiled as she watched them get into the nanny van. After waving goodbye to the departing nanny van, she quickly took out her cell phone.
Time was tight. If Skye and Norman York successfully agreed tonight to get married,
then in a few days, or even tomorrow, she might go to the hospital to remove that child.
Lily must ask Mrs. Johnson what exactly the Wellington family thinks.
Could Dylan Wellington really be so heartless as to discard even that child?!
