Chapter 349

She didn't want to constantly complain, like a nagging wife. "James Frazer, I tell you from a professional standpoint of psychology, our personalities are not compatible. Since being together is meaningless, why force it?" Clara Beacham said firmly and coldly. Every word she said to him was like a knife.
He was also angry, throwing aside his restrained rationality, his eyes burning with fierce fire, wanting to ignite her, angrily said, "I can't be like you, hot one second and cold as ice the next. I've told you, I have a responsibility to Helen Hill, why do you have to force me to choose between you and her, must you be so paranoid, indifferent, and decisive?"
What he said made her feel like she was cold, decisive, unsympathetic, and selfish.