"I've already figured out the answer to the question you asked me to think about."
Evan Willow's eyes flashed with surprise, and he gave a wry smile, "I thought you would need a long time to consider such a question."
"If I weren't here, you'd definitely find another woman, right?" Rosalie Hart stared at him, "There's no difference between me and those other women, is there? You just want a wife, and it doesn't matter who it is, doesn't it?"
As she spoke, her heart uncontrollably began to ache.
To place herself in such a low and pitiful position was truly... unbearable.
Evan Willow turned his head, leaning against the wall, "You really are a clever woman," he said softly, "That must hurt to say, doesn't it?"
