Chapter 248 If You Don’t Sign, I Won’t Give Birth
- Conrad Heathcliff would be a fool to believe her. She was a nesting doll with eight hundred schemes—how many honest words could she possibly speak?
- He pinched her chin, forcing her to tip her face up and meet him head-on. His sharp gaze raked over her like X-rays, as if he meant to strip away every little secret she had.
- “Did you really tell your mother the whole truth?”