Millionaire In Love With Me

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As if it was a phantom hearing, Sophie felt a little inauthentic.

“I said, come home with me.” Said, Dixon added, “Back to The Dixon family.”

He said, go back to The Dixon family with him.

Sophie’s mind was blank, as if in the void of illusion, surrounded by silence, only the words ‘with me back to The Dixon family’ kept on lingering.

“I don’t understand … what you mean.”

“Sophie, actually, I never told you that my marriage license with Larissa was a fake.” Dixon told Sophie the truth.

All along, he never intended to get a marriage license with Larissa, so when he first typed the license he also left a thought to make a fake marriage license.

Not only Larissa, but even The Dixon family was kept in the dark.

Dixon originally thought his words would make Sophie happy, but after he finished, he found that Sophie did not have any emotional changes.

“A real marriage license or a fake one, it doesn’t mean anything anymore.”

Sophie shook her head and faced Dixon, her clear and luminous eyes looked at him, her beautiful eyes were like dusty pearls that had lost their luster and color and had become dull.

She said, “You married Larissa, she is your rightful wife, you are a match made in heaven, a match made in heaven.” Her pale lips pulled out a bitter arc, “I am so different from you, not even a parallel world, so why should we force ourselves together?”

After the ups and downs, Sophie felt more and more that it was impossible to be with Dixon, and that she didn’t deserve to be with him.

She had had enough of that kind of life, where she was always in danger.

It is said that ‘once you enter a luxurious family, it is as deep as the sea’, and now she has not even half a foot in the luxurious family, she has already felt the darkness and pain of time, so she really just wants to run away.

“I am the father of a child and have a responsibility. I also love you and just want to be with you.” Dixon’s brow furrowed lightly, that a serious and deep face no longer has the initial dude unrestrained.

The ward once again fell silent.

Sophie blinked her long, curly eyelashes and finally inclined her head to look at him, her gaze genuine and sincere, “I’ll have the baby, give me a baby, okay?”

A humble plea, low to the dust.

It was obviously the child she had worked so hard to give birth to in October, but she had to beg the father to give her a child.

What is wrong with this world?

Dixon on the armrest of the escort chair hand clenched, brow tightly knitted and then stretched, stretched and then tightly knitted together, the painful entanglement of all written on the face.

The heart, such as a heavy trauma like the pain of the heart.

But more is the heartache for the girl in front of the tragic encounter.

“The doctor said you have to be hospitalized for a while to adjust, rest well.” He finished and fell into silence.

Dixon didn’t say anything, and Sophie didn’t squeak either.

The ward, eerily quiet.

It was so quiet that the sound of footsteps in the corridor outside the ward was extraordinarily noisy.

I don’t know how long it took, Sophie’s drip finished, Dixon pressed the bedside ‘call’ button, the nurse came in and pulled her drip.

“When can I be discharged?”

Sophie asked, looking over at the nurse.

The nurse glared at her, “You’re carrying triplets, your situation is pretty dangerous, and you’re still thinking about being discharged?”

“Oh~” Sophie let out an ‘oh’ and didn’t dare to say anything more.

It was probably because last night’s encounter had scared her, and had also frightened the baby in her belly.

When the nurse left, Sophie stole a glance at Dixon, but he seemed to be staring at her all the time, so much so that every time she quietly looked at him, she could collide with his gaze.