He doesn't want children; ultimately, he just can't forget that woman.
Madison Barton raised her tear-filled eyes sorrowfully, "If Valentine Teller were to have your children, would you be willing?"
Suddenly mentioning Valentine Teller, Mark Reed frowned and stared at her, "What do you mean?"
"Nothing special."
Madison Barton wiped the tears off her face, speaking harshly, "Don't you love her?"
"Who told you that?" Few people knew about him and Valentine Teller, so how did Madison Barton find out?
A burst of anger rose up, and his gaze turned cold.
"You yourself!" Madison Barton pointed her elaborately decorated finger at his chest, "Once, you got drunk and I heard you call her name. If you love her so much, why did you marry me? Go find her, marry her as your wife, that would make you happy, right?"
Perhaps he hadn't meant it, but it had already deeply hurt her.
That time, he was so drunk, muddled, and he called out that name.
