Ji Anning changed into proper attire and appeared at the top of the stairs, gazing at the middle-aged man with an upright sitting posture on the sofa.
A haze seemed to cover both her vision and her heart, rendering everything indistinct and inscrutable.
'I can give you everything you need, and all I ask in return is that the child in your womb bears the Charles surname.'
Two years ago, when she had been at her wits' end, this man had abruptly appeared before her, looking down on her from above, saying he would give her everything she needed at that time.
Even now, she did not understand why she had agreed, why she had believed him.
Was it his royal gaze that proudly surveyed everything, making her dare not refuse?
"Niannian."
Lost in thought, the man's gaze shifted toward her and saw her.
Ji Anning gathered all her thoughts and gave him a faint smile, "Mr. Charles."
