He had expected her to say this. Everyone had a sense of self-protection, especially an injured woman who was sensitive to the core like a hedgehog. She was only trying to defend herself tightly.
She was putting up a tough act in front of him. She didn’t want him to see her fragile side.
He wanted to protect her. No woman had ever made him have such a strong urge to protect before. He liked her claws out, but he hated the sadness at the bottom of her eyes.
“Okay. I understand. I will not let you be wronged again.”
He didn’t want to say much. She might not believe it anyway. Action was the best explanation for her. People who didn’t know her might think that she was evil and poisonous, but he knew it well that it was merely an act of protection when she was helpless.
Chloe Malan didn’t respond much.
She had long understood that she couldn’t listen to promises nor have high hopes. Although she was moved, but she could never have the courage to submit herself and her whole life to him like moth to light.
A man might not be reliable, she could only rely on herself. She had precautions for her new relationship.
Some people said that you shouldn’t let others love you more than you love yourself to avoid getting hurt. However, she didn’t want to calculate who loved more and who loved less. She only knew that she wouldn’t give love her one hundred percent. She wanted to keep a part of it for herself.
“I need to tell you something. You may need a paper to take notes so that you won’t have any excuses that I don’t remind you on this.”
She said that casually, but he actually stood up and grabbed a pen and paper like a good student.
“Go on. I’ll write it down, sign it, and put it in my wallet as a reminder.”
She was being playful, but he was not. His eyes were serious. She wanted to scold him, but her words were stuck in her mouth.
“First, I value loyalty. I don’t care how many women you have dated before, but as long as you have me, you can only have me. If there is any other woman in our relationship, I’m sorry, either you roll the heck away or I will.”
Aoba Hoyle stopped writing and smiled at her, “You little fish. If I happen to catch you, I won’t let you have the chance to leave me.”
He was serious about being together with her. He admitted that he had dated many women before, but no one made him fall to his knees. She came without a brake into his heart like an accident.
“Tomorrow, I’ll go get a new card. I’ll make your number a special line. I will install GPS positioning and accept your supervision day and night.”
He felt that if a woman was insecure, she would do something to reassure her. He felt that she was not a woman who wanted to control him all the time. She knew her boundaries.
“Fifth, I won’t go to Jiangcheng until your mother completely accepts me. You don’t have to go an extra mile for me.”
She didn’t see a point of why she should go at all. If they happened to get married, she didn’t want to live in the pit of hell.
She remembered Olive Steele. She was loved and it made her envious. She didn’t know whether this man before her would be as determined as her brother.
Love was a beautiful thing, but most of the time, it couldn’t stand the cruel reality.
Aoba Hoyle knew that although this woman was sitting here at the moment, she was ready to leave anytime and anywhere. A sense of frustration that he was not familiar with hit him. Suddenly, he was revealed to a fact that the insecure person here was himself. He couldn’t hold on to the woman he loved.
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