As Gale was shouting out, her hand was moving out of control. The sharp knife left a thin and long cut on her neck.

It was not deep, but it still broke through the skin. Blood slowly flowed out.

That wound was far more painful than any wound that could be inflicted on Shawn himself.

At that moment, he knew that she had successfully punished him.

"Alright, alright, It's my fault." Shawn no longer cared about anything else at that moment. He just wanted her to put the knife down. "It's all my doing. You were completely innocent. Gale, don't do this!"

Gale looked at him. His fear and helplessness were not something that could be faked.

So… he really did fall for her.

When did that happen?

She had not noticed at all.

"We can talk about anything. I'll promise you anything. I'll give you whatever you want!" Shawn stared at her, not even daring to blink.

"I want my child. I want my child to be still living in my stomach. Can you do that?"

Shawn fell silent.

There was no way to re