The name of this vi is ‘Ranju’, which means a small home for two people with Sophie.


    When Dixon designed the house alone in secret and personally supervised the renovation of the house, but fate had it that the two were not able to make it work after all.


    When the car stopped, Dixon looked back at Sophie and found that she had fallen asleep.


    He tiptoed to open the back door, leaned down, and carefully carried Sophie out of the car.


    The moment he picked her up, Dixon really found that she had gained some weight, but unfortunately it was all abdominal big, the body is still little meat, slim very.


    Carried her into the door, went upstairs, and put her on the bed in the bedroom.


    Dixon covered her with bedding, lying quietly beside her, looking at the quiet little girl beside him, he did not feel apathetic, but some heartache.


    The promise to Sophie all, he did not do the same.


    He was ashamed of Sophie, and even more ashamed of the three children in her womb.


    Sophie woke up after a sleep, two hours had passed.


    She rolled over, fell asleep, opened her eyes abruptly, looked at Dixon sleeping beside her, her brain was blinded for a moment, and only then remembered that she hade back to L City in the afternoon.


    “Awake?”


    Dixon lifted his hand and put it on her cheek, “Wasn’t it hard during pregnancy? I saw you frowning while you were sleeping.”


    “No, it wasn’t.”


    Sophie didn’t look at him and adjusted the pillow, “President Dixon, let’s not see each other again.”


    “Why?”


    Dixon’s heart stuttered and his whole body felt awful.


    She called him ‘President Dixon’, not ‘Dixon’.


    “You’re married to Larissa, what am I to you now?” She blinked and looked over at him, “Illegal cohabitation.”


    A few words, unmistakably sharp.


    The words were sharp, but one had to admit that she was absolutely right.


    In terms of thew, the two of them were now living together illegally.


    Dixon’s face sank, “You know, I don’t like Larissa, and you know very well what I’m aiming for by marrying her.”


    He got anxious.


    “So what if you know?” Sophie’s tone cooled a bit, “Outsiders will only think that I interfered in your marriage.”


    “Aren’t you tired of always caring what others think?”


    Sophie: “…”


    Her red lips opened slightly and she froze, looking at the person in front of her like a lump in her throat.


    He said …


    Wasn’t she tired of always caring what other people thought?


    Sophie did not want to argue with Dixon, and all the anger was forced down, and said in a hundred different ways, “What about it, I always care about what other people think.”


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    Who does not want to live a free life?


    Who wants to care about other people’s eyes for the rest of their lives?


    Just like the scar on her face, she told herself countless times to learn to get used to it, to learn to ept the strange looks of others, to get used to epting everything.


    But when people stared at her and whispered, orughed, or pointed at the scar on her face and said it was ugly, how could she do it without caring?


    In Dixon’s case, whether his marriage to Larissa was revenge or true love, the presence of her and the child in her womb would make people think she was an interloper.


    Even after the child is born, it will bebeled as ‘illegitimate’.


    In the future, how much aggravation and suffering will the child have to endure?


    Dixon saw Sophie’s calm tone, but a pair of clear eyes rippled with a few imperceptible pain, his heart seized a moment of pain.


    “Sophie, I …” Dixon knows that just now the attitude is not right, immediately apologize, “Sorry, I just said wrong, I was too impulsive, did not consider your feelings. ”


    He held Sophie’s hand and rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb, “Give me time, two months, just two months, I will let you marry into my family in name only.”