Xia Qingrou turned her face away, stubbornly retorting, "I'm not afraid of being robbed."
Actually, what she was most worried about was not the possibility of Catherine and Shen Mochen rekindling their past love. Shen Mochen had already taken off the necklace that Catherine gave him, and although Xia Qingrou didn't say it aloud, she was overjoyed.
Lately, she had been feeling uneasy. Every time she thought about the sweet nothings Shen Mochen whispered to her, and that he had probably said the same to other women before, she felt a tightness in her chest.
Why should he be so good to other women?
She knew she was jealous, but she had no one to confide in.
"How's your stomach, still hurting?" Shen Mochen's hand gently rested on Xia Qingrou's lower abdomen, massaging it tenderly.
