Chapter 1192

"How long is that? Your reply clearly shows that you don't want to be responsible for me," Blake pressed, her frustration over Kevin's vagueness evident. Kevin looked at Blake with an unreadable gaze, as if observing a complaining woman. "What do you want, then?" "I just want a timeframe from you," Blake insisted. "Even if it's three years, or five, I'll wait for your return. It's not the length of the wait that scares me, but the uncertainty of not knowing when, or if, you'll come back." "Let's not discuss these pointless matters. Finish your soup," Kevin said, picking up the laundry basket and heading to the master bedroom's bathroom to load the washing machine. Undeterred, Blake followed him into the bathroom. She waited until he finished with the clothes, then pushed him against the wall, standing on her tiptoes to confront the taller Kevin. "Don't think running away will solve anything. You can leave me, but you have two choices. Either we get married now or have a child with