"A cold war?" Tyson Thornton looked at the overly confident woman in front of him with amusement.
He admitted that Kylie Bates took good care of herself, and although she was nearly forty, she looked almost as young as Alisha Demontes, who wasn't quite thirty.
"Yes, a cold war," Kylie Bates nodded, then walked over to sit beside him, placing her soft hand on his shoulder and whispering, "Tyson, I knew I was wrong four years ago. Now I've changed my heart, haven't I, and you've been waiting for me all these four years, haven't you? Moreover, Harry is already four years old, let us... let's get remarried."
When Tyson Thornton heard Kylie Bates' words, it sounded like a huge joke to him. He sneered, stood up, and pushed away the hand that was on his shoulder.