My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey) novel Chapter 832

She had been with him for so many years until this age, yet he was now going back on his word and saying that he didn't want to get married?

Dylan could feel the wind blowing by his ears, and there were countless needles shooting past him.

"Selina, how about we don't get married?" he repeated again in a low voice.

Selina's gaze was fixed on Dylan for a few seconds, and moments later, she suddenly stood up.

There was a smile on the corner of her mouth, but it was a forced, unnatural smile.

A cold beam of light flashed in her eyes. "You don't want to get married, right? Fine. Who's the b*stard that said that he wanted to marry me last time? Tell me!"

Dylan didn't say a word.

Last time, it was he who had said it, but he regretted it.

He had yet to acquire the ability to stand up against that person. Thus, he didn't want his marriage with Selina to be a tool.

He thought to himself that he would get rid of all the shackles one day and marry Selina without any burdens. Then, he would give her the happiness she wanted.

Selina's expression became even colder when she saw that Dylan didn't answer her.

She clapped her hands. "Fine, you won't answer me, right? If you don't want to get married, then we won't. Do you think that no one wants me? I will leave now. There are men queuing up outside my gate waiting for me. I'll pick someone who is more handsome than you. I'll marry him and make love to him tonight."

Dylan's breathing hitched.

He hugged Selina again. "Selina, don't be like this. It's my fault."

He knew that Selina was saying all that in a fit of anger. However, Selina was always impulsive, and there was nothing that she didn't dare to do.

Dylan was really afraid. He was worried that before he could completely get rid of the shackles, Selina would already run away with another man.

"F*ck off," Selina screamed at him, trying to push Dylan away.

Despite that, how could her strength compare to his? No matter how hard she pushed and shoved, it was still useless. Dylan held her tightly, not letting go.

Selina had no choice but to bite on Dylan's shoulder with all her might.

She bit so deeply that Dylan's brows knitted together. However, Dylan still didn't let go of her.

He opened his mouth and said with a satisfied tone, "You can bite me all you want. You'd better bite me to death. I'm already yours anyway. It's not too bad if i am being bitten to death by you!"

Hearing this, Selina let go at once.

"You b*stard!" She could not help but curse in a low voice.

She couldn't stand how aloof Dylan was being.

"Selina," Dylan began to speak again. This time, his voice was serious. "Come visit my mother with me."

Selina paused slightly, stunned. Then she raised her head and looked at Dylan in astonishment.

This was Dylan's first time telling her that he would bring her to see his mother, Missha Cowell.

Half an hour later, Dylan brought Selina to an apartment.

It was a very old unit. The corridor was narrow and worn out.

When Dylan stopped on the third floor, there was a rusty iron gate in front of him.

Dylan took out the key and opened the door.

A scraping sound could be heard.

Selina, who was following behind Dylan, was taken aback.

She saw a woman in a wheelchair coming over with an excited expression on her face.

"Mom," Dylan called out.

The excitement on the woman's face instantly faded away, replaced by gloominess.