Her gaze pierced straight into his eyes, "And then?"
Lu Yanhe's eyes showed not a ripple of emotion as he calmly explained to her, "I mean, I just want a child. As for you — I'm sorry, I don't have much patience left."
Su Jia's face turned pale, biting her lip firmly, refusing to let go.
She wasn't dumb; she understood the implication behind his words – that all he wanted was a child.
Because it was a debt she owed him from years ago, and he wanted her to repay it today.
And she was not part of his demands.
In other words, Lu Yanhe never said he wanted her.
Su Jia clenched the hem of her clothes tightly, "I know you can't forgive me easily, but could you give me a little more time, please?"
Lu Yanhe leaned against the sofa, playing with the water cup in his hand, neither nodding nor shaking his head.
"Yanhe..." She softly called his name, taking his attitude as silent consent, "Thank you for giving me another chance."
