Hearing David’s seemingly sincere words, my parents couldn’t help but waver.
“Sweetheart, it looks like he truly realizes his mistake. Dave is a hardworking and dependable man and he listens to you so well. Why not give him a chance? Besides, every couple fights, it’s normal. But in the end, everything worked out, didn’t it? Just forgive him.”
My parents urged me not to let him kneel outside for too long and told me to go out and bring him inside.
I narrowed my eyes coldly, not moving an inch.
In my past life, David had used this same pitiful act to win over my parents and to soften my heart. They say a man’s knees are worth gold, so when I saw him kneeling before me, sincerely apologizing, I actually believed he had accepted Parry taking my surname.
But less than half a month later, I suddenly fell ill for no apparent reason.
During my treatment in my previous life, David acted caring on the surface, fussing over me with gentle words while secretly swapping my life-saving medication for sleeping pills.
He knew full well that I had a severe allergy to them, yet when he made the switch, there wasn’t even a hint of hesitation.