Lyla held the man's powerful waist and whispered, "Antonio … Don't do it too hard … I feel pain …"

"Don't you like it that I treat you like this?"

"I like …" Lyla flushed, "But I have some good news to tell you first …"

Antonio slightly stopped and bent down. She saw his handsome and exquisite face. She said gently, "Coincidentally, I also have some good news for you …."

He grabbed Lyla's breasts. His tone was as gentle as water.

"I'm getting married with the eldest young miss of the Baker Family."

These words instantly made Lyla feel shocked.

While he was doing incomparably intimate things with her, he told her that he was going to marry someone else?

What about her who had stayed with him for three years?

She was pregnant.

Bastard?

"What's the good news that you want to tell me?" He intimately kissed Lyla's cheek and stroked her flat abdomen with his fingers, "Are you pregnant?"

He guessed correctly.

Lyla said hopefully, "Yes, I'm pregnant. Antonio … Don't marry Miss Baker. Will you marry me?"

Antonio gently supported Lyla's lower abdomen as he chuckled softly, "Marry you? What kind of status do you have and think that I have to marry you?"

Lyla was shocked.

Antonio slowly continued, "You have no money, no rights or no family background. I like you because you are beautiful. Why should I marry you?"

"What do you mean?" Lyla felt sad. "I've been with you for three years. Could it be that what you like is my body?"

Antonio said with a natural expression, "What else?"

Lyla took a deep breath and pushed him away.

"Don't touch me!"

Antonio frowned unhappily, "Lyla, what are you messing with?"

Mess with?

She would show him how she messed with him.

She grabbed the fruit knife and pressed it against her lower abdomen. "Antonio, marry me and give the status to me and my child. Or I'll take the child with me now to die!"

Antonio felt angry.

"Lyla, I can give you money and anything you want, but it's impossible to marry you!"

Lyla's eyelashes trembled fiercely and her face instantly turned pale. She clenched her knife tightly and said, "Antonio, I will really die for it!"

Antonio frowned unhappily and slowly walked out of the bed. He said indifferently, "Stop messing around. I haven't had enough fun yet …."

Have fun? Could it be that she was just a sleeping tool in his eyes?

It was so ridiculous!

"Antonio!" She shouted angrily. The knife had already sliced through her pajamas and skin. Blood seeped out. "I'm not joking. You either marry me or ...!"

Before she could finish speaking, Antonio suddenly approached. He grabbed Lyla's wrist and removed the knife from her hand.

He waved his hand and the knife landed on the floor.

"Lyla, be obedient. Stop messing around" Antonio was indifferent and tender. He hugged Lyla into his arms and reached out to touch her skin. "Let's continue. I want you …."

"Antonio, I said that. Don't touch me!" Lyla struggled fiercely and got free.

She took a few steps back and stepped on the ice—cold knife with her bare feet.

"I ask you one last time. Are you really not going to marry me?"

Antonio said impatiently, "Lyla, I already said that I can't marry a lowly woman like you. Can't you just play with me like this?"

"Ha ha." Lyla laughed mockingly. She picked up the knife on the ground, held it tightly, and asked, "Am I just a lowly toy in your eyes?"

Antonio said naturally, "Isn't that so?"

"OK." Lyla nodded. She had stayed with Antonio since she was nineteen.

She stayed with him for three years. Now she was pregnant.

However, she was only a toy. The child of her would only be an illegitimate child ....

In that case, she might as well not have the child!

Raising her knife high up, she aimed it at her lower abdomen and stabbed it fiercely!"