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Part 110
Before more accusations could come from Ignazio's mouth, Olivia quickly covered his mouth with both of her hands. "Not like that," she said, half whining.
Ignazio still looked at her with merged eyebrows, making Olivia feel afraid. The demanding gaze of the man made Olivia's heart pound rapidly due to panic, while her mind was working hard to find the right words to say to Ignazio without offending or angering him.
Olivia couldn't afford to lie to him because if she uttered one lie, she would have to weave more lies.
"So, what is it? Explain," said Ignazio coldly, demanding after Olivia released her hands from his mouth.
"I..." she began, confused. "I'm not ready to have a child," Olivia answered honestly.
"Why?" Ignazio demanded, not satisfied.
"Zio, I'm still too young to have a child," she continued nervously.
Ignazio sighed. "And I'm
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