Chapter 68 A Beautiful Devil

• A small smile formed at the corner of Darian's lips, "My husband, I think I can call you that now. You are my husband, Darian." He wiggled his head, her beautiful handwriting clearly disseminated in the note.
• He sighed and held the diary closer, "The first time I met you was not the best, but now I feel like I want to be with you every moment of my life, I don't want to ever live a second without you, I need you to survive, do you feel the same way?" Darian read out. Wriggling his head, he answered subconsciously, he felt the same way too, he needed her to survive. Without Lena, his life was desolate.
• "I have heard people say that sometimes the one you loathe the most can turn out to be the only one you want in the world. Darian, you were a motherfucking bastard the first time I met you, yes, a motherfucking bastard, that was what I termed you as when I saw you in my house, threatening my sick father, I hated you so much. If I had a gun, you'd have probably been dead by now because I wouldn't hesitate to shoot your ass." He grinned, that was his wife.