Elizabeth White's mind was racing, yet her face still bore a pitiful look, as she clutched Felix Shaw's hand and looked at him pleadingly, "Felix, could you promise me something?"
"Alright, tell me." With the loss of the baby and seeing her in this state, how could he refuse?
"Felix," Elizabeth called out, her lips pouting with grievance, clasping Felix's hands tightly, "Promise me, when you're with me, don't be with her, I'll get jealous, I'll be heartbroken..."
With the last word, a tear rolled down, and Elizabeth in this moment looked like the heroine from Aunt Yao's drama.
Her porcelain face, innocent and harmless in appearance, frowned slightly, gazing at Felix, tears silently falling; her pitiable look was beyond what words like sorrowful beauty could describe.
Felix's handsome brows furrowed tighter and tighter, he held Elizabeth's hands, nodded, "I promise."
