Chapter 12 The Woman Whom He Did Not Love but for Whom His Heart Ached

She was only 24. As long as he was willing to wait, she was willing to give up everything in order to bear his children.

Mo Yixuan's brows rose and his expression immediately changed when she uttered the words, "abort the baby".

"What did you just say?" He asked He Xiyan, his gaze turning cold.

Xiyan bit her lips and her chest rose and fell rapidly as she became more agitated. Her heart squeezed when she clocked his change in expression and she even started to become fearful.

"Yixuan," Xiyan rushed to correct herself, as if she knew she had spoken too hastily earlier.

"Let's try to resolve this together, shall we? If you want that child so much, we could give that girl a sum of money, and raise the child together after it's born."

If only he could just send that girl away, she would raise that child as her own. She had always wanted to have a baby and yearned to become a mother, so even if the child was not her own, she would raise it as her own.

Mo Yixuan suddenly squeezed his eyes shut. He felt a dull ache in his chest at her words.

He looked up towards the ceiling and he arms suddenly tightened around her as he drew her into his embrace.

"Yan Yan, what shall I do with you?"

He thought as he patted her back. His heart seemed to tangle up in knots.

She was such a silly woman. He did not really love her, but for some reason, his heart ached for her.

"Yixuan, I really don't want to leave you. Shall we not divorce?" He Xiyan said hoarsely as she sobbed, her request filled with despair and sincerity.

She loved him so much and had loved him since she was 19. She had come up with all sorts of ways to go after him back then; she knew that she would always love him for the rest of her life.

Mo Yixuan blinked rapidly, as though a piece of dirt had lodged itself in his eyes. His eyes misted over, and his arms tightened even more around He Xiyan.

Suddenly, he was reminded of the past -

Five years ago, there was often a girl who stood nearby secretly using a camera to capture his back view at Zhejiang University. He did not even know how many photos she took and each time he acted like he was unaware.

Four years ago, he received a birthday present from a girl. It was a handmade birthday cake and a $1,500 watch that the girl bought with the money she had earned as a tutor. The watch he wore back then was worth way more than the one he had received, but still, he had worn it ever since. He had also received a card along with all those gifts, which read:

Brother Yixuan, I really, really like you. What shall I do? Can I be your girlfriend? I will love you more than any of your other admirers, truly! The girl then left her number at the back of the card.

He had only scoffed when he read the contents of the card, then dialled the number at the back and said, ""Book a room in a hotel and wait for me."

He assumed that he had scared the girl away with his words, but unexpectedly, that night he received a reply from that girl, "He Lan Hotel, Room 803."

His heart really ached.

"Yan Yan…" Mo Yixuan suddenly cupped his wife's face in his hands.

When that lovely face came clearly into view, he felt an intense pain, as though something was chewing on his heart.

He reached out and gently wiped the tears away from her face and her eyes which had almost been swollen shut.

She looked extremely gaunt, to the point where it made him feel even worse.

He bent down, picked her up, then walked to the bedside, gently laid her on the bed and tucked her in.

"Rest well, I'm off to work." He pinched her face, as was his usual habit. Then, he strode toward the door. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting.

"Yixuan…"

He Xiyan swiftly sat up when she saw that he was about to leave.

Mo Yixuan turned back and the pain and uncertainty he felt was written clearly all over his face.

"Let me think about it."

He heaved a long sigh, but still walked out of that door without any hesitation. He needed time to think.