Jiang Shuya was crying, her heart still in turmoil, disrupted by Eli Shart's words.
She clenched her hands on her lap, biting her lip, saying nothing.
Even though Eli Shart, a man of such status, had been divorced once, he was still a catch among women. He could have any woman he wanted, and there were plenty more beautiful women without children than her. Yet he spoke such words for her, offering to raise a child with whom he has no blood relation. Not every man could do this—could she not be moved?
This is human nature, unrelated to love.
Eli Shart took a tissue, gently wiping the tears from her face: "Did my words scare you?"
Jiang Shuya reached out, taking the tissue from his hand: "I'll do it myself."
She simply wiped the tears from her face, trying to stabilize her emotions but couldn't stop sobbing: "You didn't scare me, I was just surprised."
