Chapter 1827: If I'm Not Good to You, Who Should I Be Good To?

"Hmm, so you mean you're not fascinated enough by me? Are you subtly telling me that my charm isn't strong enough, that my appeal to you isn't enough, so I can't make you do something irrational?"

Brandon Heath: "…That's not what I meant."

"That's exactly what you meant, you're saying I'm not a femme fatale! You're just complaining that my charm isn't enough."

"Aria," Brandon Heath looked helpless, "Femme fatale is not a good adjective, and I wouldn't want to use it on you. It has nothing to do with your charm or whether you're attractive to me. Don't you know that already?"

At his last sentence, Aria Rowlett's heart beats a little faster.

"Oh, I'm just not sure." She tilted her little face up, looking at the man's handsome and noble face, as well as his gentle gaze, her heartbeat seemed to quicken, "Brandon Heath, would you really be willing to give up the election for me and the baby?"