“What’s your twentieth wish?” he asked casually, completely ignoring the question I had asked. Just like that, he steered the conversation in another direction.“You’re avoiding my question again, Dylan,” I said with a hint of sarcasm, watching his relaxed expression turn sour. He let out a quiet scoff before rising from the couch.“So, you don’t want anything?” he asked, glancing back at me over his shoulder. “Fine. Then forget it.”I hurried to my feet. “For my twentieth wish, answer the question I just asked. Yes or no,” I pressed.Dylan’s shoulders stiffened. Without looking at me, he answered shortly, “Yes. I want you to have my child. Happy now?”My lips parted to respond, but no words came out. Instead of going after Dylan, I sank weakly onto the couch.So Dylan wanted the same thing.But what about Lea?The bedroom door slammed shut, leaving me alone in the silence. The vibration of the phone on the nightstand broke it. I quickly grabbed Dylan’s phone and answered the incoming
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