"Mm?"
Two golden eyelashes lifted.
Her expression stayed the same, calm, indifferent, despite the soft, domestic smile she offered him.
Eveline looked like the kind of woman who would be a strict but gentle wife at home: light golden hair falling in loose waves around her face, a white overcoat draped over smooth shoulders, and a small silver necklace resting against her pale neck.
Her eyes were cold, carved like stone, then filled with a wash of clear ocean blue.
Her lips, rose-red and untouched, completed the picture.
She could blend anywhere.
And still pull every gaze in a room.
Men who saw her always carried the same desire, to tame that soft, indifferent face, that gentleness that wasn't kindness.
Wang Xiao once felt it too.
For a while, he loved it.
Then it became frustrating.
So he started impregnating her, half out of spite, half out of punishment, until it accidentally resulted in fourteen children.
He wasn't a man who ever wanted children to begin with.
