SWNOVELS Chapter 632
Chapter 632 Having Children With Another Man
Diana was taken aback, her gaze locking onto his, confusion swirling in her mind about his intentions.
It was clear to her that there was more to his words.
She regarded Steven with caution, saying, "What do you mean by that? Steven, don't play games with me. I'm not falling for your tricks."
once was.
Steven was momentarily stunned. Reflecting on their past, he realized how deeply she had resented him, and how their relationship could never return to what i "I'm not playing games. I just want to show you our home. If you move in with me, Queenie will freak out," he said, his gaze softening as he looked at her. Diana scoffed, "I'm not interested. You and Queenie are having a lover's spat, and I don't want to be a pawn in your game. I'm not going to do something so foolish." Raising an eyebrow and smiling, she continued, "As for revenge, I'll handle that myself. After all these years of suffering, I've learned a lesson-I need to be myself first before I can be someone's wife or mother. "Since leaving you, I've found myself, and I refuse to go back to who I was before."
With that, Diana turned and walked inside. Since he wanted her to come in and take a look, she would oblige.
Steven watched her retreating figure. In the wind and snow, her figure seemed very lonely, which made him want to hug her.
He followed her inside, his usually cold expression revealing an unexpected tenderness.
Evan stepped forward to open the door, smiling widely, "Mrs. Gellar, please come in!"
Diana glanced at him and replied with a smile, "Evan, we're friends, so just call me by my name."
Evan's smile faltered as he heard Steven's footsteps.
He certainly wouldn't dare to call Diana by her name, afraid that Steven would give him a hard time. He would never dare to do that.
Diana ignored Evan and walked into the living room.
The villa Steven had bought was a newly renovated space that had never been lived in. The decor featured his preferred gray and white tones, complemented wallpaper that suited her taste perfectly.
white
The layout was nearly identical to the one she had once lived in, with a spacious open kitchen that she admired quietly.
In the past the kitchen had been her
favorite spot, where she studied various dishes to impress Steven, who had never appreciated her efforts.
She turned to Steven, who stood under the light, appearing even more dignified and somehow softer.
Diana couldn't understand him. "Steven, you all alone in this big house?"
It was a three-story villa, while her current place was a four-story building.
He stepped closer, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with her. "You'll be living here too, and we will have children."
The mention of "children" hit Diana hard, and she felt a rush of emotion. "Steven, don't talk about kids. If it weren't for you..." Suddenly, she interrupted herself, coming back to her senses. What was she even thinking? In this life, she wasn't pregnant.
She looked at him with a mix of
doubt and confusion, quickly clarifying, "I'm sorry. I mean, you and
I will eventually divorce, and I plan to have children with the man love, but it won't be with you."
As she spoke, Steven's expression grew colder.
The idea of her having children with another man struck him deeply. Suddenly, he pulled her into his arms.