Chapter 144 Pictured Queena as Your Wife

• "Who told you that? If I don't love you, so why would I agree to marry you?" Shawn spoke just then, his voice calm but clearly lacking sincerity, as though trying to ease my mind with empty words.
• I let out a faint, mocking chuckle and kept my silence. He released my hand, then oddly gripped my fingers again. "All right, no matter where we're heading, we should at least put on something warm. You'll end up sick like this."
• I followed him blankly to the car. He adjusted the heat inside. I tried to move toward the back seat, but he stopped me, forcing me to stay in the front. He looked nervous, worried I might do something reckless. Without a word, he reached over and buckled my seatbelt.