Especially in a family like his, bloodline inheritance was supposed to matter above all else.
"So what? When we were dating, I told you that even if we never had kids, it wouldn't matter. I love you, not a child." To him, the only person he cared about in this world was her.
"But…" she hesitated, uncertainty clouding her thoughts.
Was that really okay? How many men in this world could accept a life without children?
"Rachel!" he said firmly. "To me, a child is just the future heir of the Gray family. I'm not a sentimental person. If we do have kids in the future, maybe I'll love them. If not, we can adopt from an orphanage or even take in a relative from the Gray family. To me, that's not a problem. What matters is whether you're willing to marry me."
As he spoke the last sentence, his gaze locked intensely onto hers.
She felt caught in his web, unable to escape, and more importantly… unwilling to!
Yes, she loved him, and she didn't want to break free.
