Joshua could not fight the frown on his face when he heard Fiona’s words.
He lowered his head to stare at her with a hint of solemnity in his scrutinizing gaze. "Fiona, you know your condition better than anyone else; even losing control of your emotions would make you have difficulty breathing and get hospitalized. Sexual intercourse requires even more physical exertion than fighting. I don't think your body will be able to handle that at all."
Fiona bit down on her lip and clung to Joshua's shirt tightly. "Joshua, you haven't even tried it yet. How do you know I won't be able to handle it?"
She lowered her head, and a hint of shyness flashed across her face. "What if... What if I can take it?"
It had been almost a month since she and Joshua got together, but he never attempted anything else apart from hugging her. They had not even kissed yet, much less slept together.
The irony was, Fiona was not content with Joshua’s hugs. She wanted so much more from him.
She wanted, more than anything, to use intercourse as a means of keeping Joshua by her side, but this man did not give her any chance to do so. Instead, he constantly used her health as an excuse to reject her
advances.
"Why don't we try it for once?"
"No." Joshua curled his lips into a smirk and gently tucked Fiona's hair behind her ear. "I wouldn't want you to end up in the hospital in the middle of the night due to that. I like things just the way they are now."
Fiona bit down on her lip. Tears started to well up in her eyes.
She lifted her head to stare at Joshua and asked," Joshua, do you hate me? Do you not want to have a child with me?"
Joshua let go of her and gave her a bitter smile. Then, he squatted down and placed the fruits and snacks that Luna had brought in front of Neil's tombstone.
"I killed two of my children-I don't deserve to be a father again. It doesn't matter if it's you or other women; I don't wish for anyone to bear my children ever again. Besides..."
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