Did Mr. Chester know about all this?
Then why did he mark me?
Why didn’t he reject me?
Did he want to put me in that same position?
I turned to my mom. She finally let out a tired sigh before looking at me.
“I just hope he’s different,” she said.
I bit down hard on my lip.
“But Idara,” she continued, her voice heavy, “I really hope he doesn’t ask you to give him a child. An heir.”
I swallowed, then something occurred to me.
“I don’t think I’ll get pregnant for him after hearing all this, Mom,” I blurted out. “Besides… he already has a son with his ex-wife.”
My mother blinked.
“Oh,” she murmured, touching her lips as her eyes widened. “Then tell him you don’t want to get pregnant for him. At least he already has a son to take after him.”
Hope briefly lit up her face—then faded j
