Beau's ink-black eyes were filled with his usual overbearingness and toughness.
Eliza looked at him, her heart palpitating a little. She pursed her lips. "I just think that someone with your status..."
In fact, he should have cared about it.
Beau used a little strength in his grip on her lower jaw. The strength of his grip caused Eliza to frown.
"In a marriage, husband and wife are equal."
"If I should despise your past, then you should also despise my past. Then it's fair like that."
“If I want to have a person, but still care about this person's past, then it's too tiring to live like this. ”
Eliza looked at him in a daze.
She swore that this was the gentlest words she had ever heard.
Beau used his finger to touch her glittering lips and declared aggressively
