Your Love Is My Weapon novel Chapter 225

"Rosalind is good to you. You've been fooling around with other women all these years. She's never had a quarrel with you. I guess you've had enough fun all these years. You'd better live a good life with her..."

"Stop!" Vincent interrupted Terrence. "I also want to. Don't you know that she can't have a baby? What's the difference between her and a chicken that can't lay eggs? What can she do for me?"

Terrence's face darkened, "How can you say that?"

Vincent lazily leaned against the back of his chair. "It's none of your business!"

He didn't like others to meddle in his personal affairs. He had the right to choose his own life. He didn't need others' comments on his life.

"If I let you be, I'm afraid you'll do something that you'll regret for the rest of your life..."

"Okay, it's getting late. I should go back." Vincent stood up and asked Rosalind to go home.

He didn't want to stay here and listen to Terrence's lecture any longer. After all, he was no more a kid.

Although Vincent didn't like Terrence to meddle in his affairs, he was still very obedient to him. He didn't do anything unruly at all. He went between two places, the company, and the home.

In fact, his wife was not ugly. Instead, she was a very elegant woman. Her worst fault was her infertility. He had been fooling around with women because he wanted to have a child.

That was why he kept trying to sleep with all kinds of women, but none of them were pregnant.

If this woman couldn't have a child, he would turn to the next one, so people considered him lecherous. Later, he gradually loved the feeling of sleeping with different women, so he tried to conquer all kinds of women.

When the car reached a corner, a woman suddenly rushed out. Vincent was so shocked that he hurriedly stepped on the brake, but the woman still fell to the ground. There were people coming and going here. He was afraid of attracting attention at the critical moment of the election. Vincent quickly got out of the car and asked, "Did you get injured?"

Rebecca looked up at Vincent. She had beautiful eyes and the corners of her eyes slightly turned up, which made her so charming. Her mouth was opened a little, her lips red and thin. She looked at Vincent and said, "My legs seem to have got injured."

Vincent was deeply impressed by her look. He swallowed hard unconsciously and said, "I'll take you to the hospital."

Vincent carried her into the car and drove to the hospital. On the way to the hospital, Rebecca looked at Vincent and said gently, "Thank you."

Rebecca worked in that kind of place. She had served all kinds of men and knew what kind of women men would like, so she adjusted her expression and the way she talked perfectly.

Vincent's voice became lower and he didn't hide the look of excitement in his eyes. "My car hit you. It's my responsibility to take you to the hospital."

Rebecca shook her head. "Not everyone would be responsible for the accident they caused. You're special..."

Vincent smiled and asked, "Really?"

"Yes!" Rebecca smiled at Vincent.

Vincent looked serious. "You shouldn't have run out like that. It was so dangerous!"

Rebecca lowered her head and looked very aggrieved. She hesitated for a long time before she said, "My family was in debt to the usurer. They couldn't get the money from my parents, so they asked me for it. I'm an ordinary office worker. How can I get so much money at once? This time, they blocked me in my living place and asked me for the money. I had no choice but to run away. I didn't expect that..."

Vincent's fingers kept rubbing against the steering wheel. From time to time, he glanced at Rebecca's collar, which was deliberately pulled down. "How much was it so that they blocked you at your house?"

"Seven hundred thousand dollars." Rebecca finished her words and then looked at Vincent as if she shouldn't have said that. "Well..."

"Don't be nervous. I'm not like a wolf that can eat you." Vincent smiled.

After a short time, the car stopped at the hospital. Rebecca pushed open the door and was about to get out of the car when Vincent walked over. "Let me help you."

Rebecca did not refuse. She said with her red lips curved up, "Thank you."

"We should go to the orthopedics department. I'll go to register," Vincent said.

Rebecca sat in a chair and waited for him.