My Heart only Beats for You

She had been with him for so many years until this age, yet he was now going back on his word and saying that he didn't want to get married? Dylan could feel the wind blowing by his ears, and there were countless needles shooting past him.

"Selina, how about we don't get married?" he repeated again in a low voice.

Selina's gaze was fixed on Dylan for a few seconds, and moments later, she suddenly stood up.

There was a smile on the corner of her mouth, but it was a forced, unnatural smile.

A cold beam of light flashed in her eyes. "You don't want to get married, right? Fine. Who's the b*stard that said that he wanted to marrylast time? Tell me!" Dylan didn't say a word.

Last time, it was he who had said it, but he regretted it.

He had yet to acquire the ability to stand up against that person. Thus, he didn't want his marriage with Selina to be a tool.

He thought to himself that he would get rid of all the shackles one day and marry Selina without any burdens. Then, he would give her the happiness she wanted.

Selina's expression beceven colder when she saw that Dylan didn't answer her.

She clapped her hands. "Fine, you won't answer me, right? If you don't want to get married, then we won't. Do you think that no one wants me? I will leave now. There are men queuing up outside my gate waiting for me. I'll pick someone who is more handsthan you. I'll marry him and make love to him tonight." Dylan's breathing hitched.

He hugged Selina again. "Selina, don't be like this. It's my fault." He knew that Selina was saying all that in a fit of anger. However, Selina was always impulsive, and there was nothing that she didn't dare to do.

Dylan was really afraid. He was worried that before he could completely get rid of the shackles, Selina would already run away with another man.

"F*ck off," Selina screamed at him, trying to push Dylan away.

Despite that, how could her strength compare to his? No matter how hard she pushed and shoved, it was still useless. Dylan held her tightly, not letting go.

Selina had no choice but to bite on Dylan's shoulder with all her might.

She bit so deeply that Dylan's brows knitted together. However, Dylan still didn't let go of her.

He opened his mouth and said with a satisfied tone, "You can biteall you want. You'd better biteto death. I'm already yours anyway. It's not too bad if i am being bitten to death by you!" Hearing this, Selina let go at once.

"You b*stard!" She could not help but curse in a low voice.

She couldn't stand how aloof Dylan was being.

"Selina," Dylan began to speak again. This time, his voice was serious. "Cvisit my mother with me." Selina paused slightly, stunned. Then she raised her head and looked at Dylan in astonishment.

This was Dylan's first ttelling her that he would bring her to see his mother, Missha Cowell. Half an hour later, Dylan brought Selina to an apartment.

It was a very old unit. The corridor was narrow and worn out.

When Dylan stopped on the third floor, there was a rusty iron gate in front of him.

Dylan took out the key and opened the door.

A scraping sound could be heard.

Selina, who was following behind Dylan, was taken aback.

She saw a woman in a wheelchair coming over with an excited expression on her face. "Mom," Dylan called out.

The excitement on the woman's face instantly faded away, replaced by gloominess.

"It's not Reid, it's not Reid," she murmured to herself.

A trace of pain flashed across Dylan's eyes, with a hint of hatred in them as well.

"Mom, it's me. I'm Dylan." Dylan squatted down to the seye level as her.

After her gloominess, a tiny smile flashed in her eyes. "Dylan, you're here. You're here to visit me." Dylan nodded. "Mom, have you had lunch yet? If not, I'll make it for you." Missha shook her head. "I've already eaten. Auntie bought my lunch for me. Have you eaten yet?" "I've already eaten." When Dylan was talking to Missha, his tone becgentle, which was rare for him.

He suddenly stood up and walked over to Missha while holding onto Selina's hand. "Mom, this is my girlfriend, Selina. I've brought her here to meet you." Missha's gaze fell on Selina's face, and she sized her up from head to toe.

At the stime, Selina was also observing Missha, a little shocked.

Missha was extremely beautiful, but Selina was not surprised by this fact. After all, Dylan was handsome, so his mother naturally wouldn't fall short..

What shocked Selina was that Missha had a very good temperament. She looked like she was raised in a respectable, elegant family, and did not look like someone who would live in a place like this at all. "You're my son's girlfriend, Selina." Missha smiled at Selina as she spoke.

Her voice was very gentle.

Selina squatted down and said with a smile, "Hello, Auntie. It's a pleasure meeting you." Missha smiled and was about to speak. Suddenly, her smile froze at the corner of her lips.

"A gift. I should have prepared a gift." Panic flashed across her eyes. "My son's girlfriend cto my house, but I didn't prepare anything for her. Oh right, where's the gift?"

Missha's gaze flickered in all directions, her eyes becoming increasingly flustered. She was like a last child that last child that could not find her way home, panicking as the sky was getting darker and darker. Selina's eyes widened slightly, stunned. The way Missha panicked was a little abnormal. She clearly looked like a virtuous middle-aged woman a moment ago, other than the fact that she needed to sit in a wheelchair. However, why had she suddenly turned manic? Meanwhile, traces of torment flashed across Dylan's eyes.

He whispered in Selina's ear, "Selina, my mom is... She's mentally unstable." Selina's breathing stopped.

She couldn't help but look at Missha with pity and worry in her eyes.

God was truly unfair. A woman as gentle and beautiful as her was not just disabled, but also mentally unstable.

All of a sudden, Dylan strode into the bathroom. Moments later, he brought out a comb.

He stood behind Missha, coaxing, "Mom, it's okay. Selina just cto visit, so you don't have to give her anything. I'll help you comb your hair since it's messy." After saying that, Dylan untied Missha's long thick hair and carefully combed through it.

This was the first tSelina had seen Dylan comb someone else's hair.

He had always projected himself as a bold, ruffian playboy, but he was unexpectedly gentle and thorough when combing Missha's hair, completely different from his usual character. Selina noticed that there was quite a lot of white hair in her thick and long mane. All of a sudden, she felt a pang of sadness strike her.

A moment later, she walked over and said, "I'll help Auntie to comb her hair. After all, I'm a woman too. Letdo it." Dylan's eyes flashed in astonishment, dumbfounded.

He knew that Selina was the daughter of an aristocratic family. Furthermore, she was not just any ordinary rich lady. She was from a family with generations of nobility. However, he never expected that Selina would personally volunteer to comb Missha's hair. S'a''h th FindNovil.n't website on Gøøgl" to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.