"Yeah!"
Cora Ginger took a step back, her face filled with apology: "I'm sorry, Connor. I've always dreamed of marrying a wealthy man, becoming a rich wife, never having to work hard for others again, and my family could live in comfort too."
Connor always knew she liked wealthy people. When he first met her at the club, she liked to hang around rich young masters and never noticed him.
He thought that after being with him, Cora Ginger would have calmed down. He thought his villa could keep her.
Was it all a lie?
Unwilling to give up, he asked Cora Ginger hoarsely, "Do you not like me at all? Do you have no feelings for me?"
"I do like you! But what use is liking? It can't be eaten, can't be drunk, can't get my parents and my brother a big house. We're all living in the real world, so we have to be realistic!"
"Is it because I don't have time to spend with you, that made you sad?"
