Chapter 12 Thinking of Him Only

He was the embodiment of the beast, dark and violent. Sandra was shocked and moved further back unconsciously. "What are you talking about..." How could he ask her who the father was?! Did he have any sense who the father was? But before she answered, his hand came to snatch her throat, like steel. His hand was tighter and tighter to make her breathless. His face and tone were formidable. "Sandra, let me ask you again. Who's the father?!" Sandra was about to pass out, and her face turned purple. She tried to get rid of his hand, but it was too strong and tight. She squeezed some words out of her throat short of air. "Yours..." "Shut up!" He got furious and tossed her away, his teeth gritted and face twisted. "Mine?" He repeated while snatching her chin. It seemed that the freezing cold eyes could fall off his eyes, "Since I thought Charlize was dead, I had the ligation surgery. Now you are telling me I am the father?" His words were like the hammer, smashing her heart