She wants to marry someone who truly loves her, not someone who is with her just out of responsibility.
"Fiona Sutton, stop it."
Yancy Hastings felt utterly exhausted, with everything from recent days piling up in his heart,
his beloved military career might be coming to an end, and he really didn't want to be troubled by anything else.
Hearing Yancy Hastings speak in such a helpless tone, Fiona suddenly laughed.
"I know."
She knew he didn't love her.
"Actually, I don't love you either, the only person I like is Charles Northwood."
Fiona suddenly clenched her fists and spoke these words without any hesitation.
"Back when I slept with you, I already liked Charles Northwood. I thought I would be with Charles Northwood for a lifetime because I was sure about my own feelings."
Fiona sat there, expressionlessly speaking these words.
She didn't dare to look at Yancy Hastings' expression, nor did she know if what she was saying was right.
