CHAPTER 34 DON'T YOU DARE TO ADMIT IT?

Chapter 34 Don't You Dare to Admit It?

A corner of Anastasia's heart was cracking inch by inch.

The past that she deliberately concealed and tried to forget seemed laughable as it was shamelessly

exposed and mocked before her.

How naive and cheap her past feelings were!

When the past feelings overwhelmed her, she suddenly felt a familiar sharp pain in her heart.

However, Christian was condescending and contemptuous. It was like a slap on her face, which

brought pain and shame.

Anastasia tensed up, restraining her emotions.

There seemed to be a stagnant coldness in the air.

"Oh, don't you dare to admit it? Anastasia, you love me crazily.

"I'll give you a chance. As long as you admit that you love me, I'll let you become Mrs. Patterson

again."

Christian stood up. His straight figure gradually approached, covering her and pressing every step of

the way.

Looking down at her delicate facial features, he smiled. As he watched her pondering silently, he felt a

little excited.

Christian showed a smile and suddenly stretched out his arms to wrap around her slender waist. The

distance became extremely close in an instant.

The soft body rested in his arms. Anastasia did not refuse and stretched out her arms to hug his waist.

Christian was attracted for a moment. At the sight of the fair and tender skin in front of him, somehow,

he lowered his head and was about to kiss her...

But the next second, she suddenly exerted force. She pushed him back and kicked his calf with one

foot and his knee with another. Her actions were smooth and quick.

Christian was caught off guard. He subconsciously backed away, but the severe pain in his leg stopped

him from retreating steadily.

Fortunately, there was a sofa behind him, which cushioned him from falling to the ground. He looked at Content is © 2024 .

her in shock.

"Anastasia."

He restrained his emotions in his voice, and his expression was cold.

Anastasia crossed her arms and approached him slowly.

A casual sneer appeared on her face.

"Christian, it took me a few lifetimes of misfortune to end up marrying you. Even if you were to drop

dead right in front of me, I wouldn't spare you a single glance. Don't be so self-absorbed. Understand?"

Christian frowned slightly, with somewhat complicated emotions.

He stood up and straightened his clothes, and his face was deep and stern.

She hadn't given up on him yet.

"I will make it up to you."

His voice was hoarse and restrained. He would keep those secrets and send Beatrice away.

She just hadn't recovered yet and still hated him, so he needed to make it up to her.

When she calmed down, she would return to his side.

Anastasia couldn't help laughing. Make it up to her?

"Forget it. I don't care."

The aloof Christian felt that his causal words were a gift!

But she just found them ridiculous.

How would he make up for the baby she had lost?

He might have forgotten it, but she wouldn't.

She lowered her head and picked up the thick diary from the table.

At that moment, a sharp pang surged through her heart.

But it disappeared in an instant.

Every word in the diary was a result of her muscle memory. She used to be heartbroken.

Christian didn't understand her heartbreak was as intense as her love before.

The joy and sorrow she once wrote in her diary now turned into disgust for her past foolishness and

naivety.

Restraining her emotions, she calmly picked up the diary, flipped through the interlayer on the last

page, and saw what she wanted.

Anastasia felt relieved and showed a smile.

It was great that she didn't come in vain today.

She turned around and glanced at Christian. Her voice was extremely indifferent, and her words were

also mean and vicious.

"Christian, I wish you a happy marriage without descendants!"