Wilson was sighing for himself.
He pursed his lips slightly, and the emotional contradiction in his heart was so obvious.
When Wilson learned that Tina had a daughter, he was angry. He had planned to break up with her. After all, it was just a deal between them. He could keep a new mistress.
There were so many women in the world. Why did he only wanted her?
Wilson felt helpless.
After driving away the woman who followed him out of the entertainment club and returning to the empty No. 1 Luxurious Residence, he still couldn't resist driving over in the middle of the night...
He could only say that he was still very obsessed with her body now.
The anger in Wilson's heart had not yet dissipated.
He suddenly realized where his anger came from. He didn't seem to care that Tina had given birth to a kid, but cared about who the man was!
Wilson put out the cigarette in his hand, and his eyes were full of sharp light. "Who is Isla's father?"
Tina had been observing him all along.
She was not sure.
She was not sure whether he was willing to maintain this relationship with her after knowing that she had concealed her daughter. After all, he was furious after knowing the truth that night...
It surprised her that he was willing to accept it now.
Didn't he mind?
Tina gasped when she heard his question as she thought in her mind.
She clenched her fists tightly.
She suddenly remembered that night five years ago, and she felt as if she was in an icehouse.
The memory of that night was broken and horrible for her. It was something that she would never remember for the rest of her life.
She felt as if there was a drum beating in her heart, and a chill spread through her meridians and blood vessels to her heart.
Wilson bent over, his face covered by dim light, and there seemed to be a ghostly atmosphere in his dark eyes, cruel and gloomy.
He asked her, "Your first love Dylan? Is Isla his daughter?"
Wilson remembered that he had asked about her first night.
At that time, she replied that it was five years ago.
Wilson remembered that she had told him that she and Dylan broke up five years ago...
The timing seemed just right. Then could this child be Dylan's?
This thought was like a needle stabbing towards him.
Wilson's chest was full of emotions.
"No!" Tina shook her head.
If the child was Dylan's, they wouldn't have been like this.
Furthermore, when they were together, Dylan regarded her as a treasure.
In addition to holding hands and kissing, he didn't do anything to her. Even when they were at college and almost all young couples lived together outside the school, he still stuck to the belief that he wanted to marry her and give her the best...
In the final analysis, she had let him down.
Sadness filled her eyes.
Tina looked down and said firmly, "It's not him. It has nothing to do with him!"
Wilson's look slightly relaxed.
It was not Dylan's kid. The answer made him feel more comfortable.
He continued to ask, "If it is not him, then who is it?"
Tina pursed her lips. She was extremely resistant to this topic and was too embarrassed to mention it. "It was just an accident..."
An accident?
Wilson narrowed his eyes slightly and said in an inquiring tone, "Isla's father has never appeared again?"
Tina said, "He is dead! He died very early!"
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