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Domineering Billionaire Husband: Please Love Me Gently

She was forced to accept a marriage proposal from a strange billionaire to pay her huge debt and to take back her inheritance left to him when her mother died. "I only have two questions," she said. "The first question is this: if I sign it, does it mean that I don't need to pay my debt?" Mike: "Yes. And your second question...?" Crystal: "Okay, I haven't reached the legal age for marriage yet, so even if I sign it, it won't take effect. Is that right?" Nathan quickly raised his hand and said, "If I say that it is effective, no one will dare to say that it isn't. Do you believe that?" "I suppose so," Crystal admitted. She hesitated for a moment, and then she signed the marriage certificate. Months later, she asked for a divorce from him. He stared at her in silence, then he uttered, "Have I ever told you how much I love you?" "What does that have to do with our divorce?" Crystal asked. "I'm only asking because I care about you," Nathan murmured. Suddenly, tears began to stream down Nathan's face. "I'll be happy if you say that you care about me," Nathan continued. "Why must you torture me this way? Haven't I done enough to prove my love for you?" She was stunned hearing his confession and words stuck on her throat. Nathan carried on with his little speech. He said, "I have died once, and the fear of death has no hold on me. But if you admit that you care for me, then I will live for you! So, please, love me once, and I will be at your disposal!"

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Chapter 218: Everyone Is Waiting For Us

Paul pointed to the zebra costume and asked the salesperson, 'Does this come in a large size?"

Nancy gave him an incredulous look. 'You're going to wear this?" she asked. Just the thought of it made her chuckle.

Paul: 'I'm Clark's Father. What's wrong?"

Nancy didn't want to argue with him, so she stopped talking with him and turned to see what her friend was up to.

Crystal was pointing to a Tee-shirt printed with a panda and asked a salesperson, 'Is there a parent-child clothing section?" As she spoke, she pointed at Eric.

Does she want me to be her son? - Eric wondered - If so, that could be fun! He smiled, but he did not speak. When the salesperson went inside the warehouse to get the clothes, he approached Crystal and whispered, 'Mommy, I want to drink your breast milk." While he was speaking, his eyes swept over her breasts, and she glared at him. Instead of getting angry, though, Eric gave her a cheeky smile.