My health had been extremely frail since I fell seriously ill three years ago. That's why Sean hired professionals to care for me and never let me go near the kitchen.
Even the housekeeper couldn't help but tease. "Mr. Cadwell truly loves his wife. It's rare to see a successful man personally cooking like this and if Madam has a child in the future, I bet Mr. Cadwell would make a great father, too."
Hearing this, Sean turned to look at me. "Nicki's body is fragile. Pregnancy would take too much of a toll on her. I can't bear to let her suffer. For her, I'd rather never have children."
As if to prove his sincerity, he pulled out his phone and asked his secretary to schedule a vasectomy for him. Half an hour later, he handed me the confirmation message with the appointment details.
I stared blankly at this man, who seemed so deeply devoted.
Almost as if he couldn't wait, he took me to the hospital that afternoon. He kept comforting me along the way. As though certain I'd feel touched and guilty over his sacrifice.
"Nicki, don't worry. I only want you. Children don't matter." Sean held my cold hand with his warm hand.