Chapter 714

“You don’t like me even a little?” Emilio asked, desperate.

He had done everything he could—how could she still not feel anything?

“This isn’t the past,” Ophelia said, her head aching. “Stop bringing up that night. If sleeping together means marriage, then Kian and I—with a kid—should’ve been married long ago.”

Emilio’s jaw tightened. “Don’t try to provoke me.”

“I’m not. I’m just making a point. Now go. And stop banging on my door. I don’t want another scene.”

“You’re heartless,” Emilio muttered. “Not even a cup of tea? I stood outside forever—I’m exhausted.”