Chapter 892 A Father’s Blood Debt
- Of course, for Marcus Crawley, he’d always been a free spirit. He didn’t ask for forever—just for a moment that was real.
- “Tell me… are you my fated one?” Bazhu suddenly asked.
- Marcus let out a long sigh. This was the last thing he’d expected. He never thought he’d end up here, much less have a one-night entanglement with Bazhu.