Chapter 170 A Tyrant's Tender Trap
- Angela's fear was palpable, draining the color from her face. "Put… put me down. I have legs; I can walk."
- Conrad's lips curled into a cruel, mocking smile. "Don't flatter yourself. I'm holding the baby, not you."
- He had no desire to carry a scheming woman, even if she begged. It was nothing but a fantasy.