After taking off the bath towel, Joy Shaw began to put on her pajamas, unhurriedly.
And Marcus Knight's gaze remained on her the entire time.
Without a response, this process felt interminably long, creating an oppressive feeling in him, suffocating, and the air pressure around him fell infinitely.
Joy Shaw fastened the last button, "What's called regret? I quite like our son, I must thank you for your genetic contribution."
Joy Shaw approached Marcus Knight, raised her left hand, and the diamond ring on her ring finger shimmered, catching the eye.
Marcus Knight gazed at her.
Joy Shaw's hair was half-wet, half-dry, falling over her right front shoulder, with a messy sense of beauty. Her pajamas were a silk dark blue camisole dress, her skin white with a hint of pink, her brow bones revealing a seductive air, "Since we didn't marry a few years ago..."
Marcus Knight frowned slightly.
Her lips curled up, drawing out an enchanting smile, "It's not too late to marry now."
