The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover

Harper mentioned Edith and Anthony, and Kate, who always maintained a gentle smile, looked slightly serious as if she had thought of something, and she let go of Harper’s hand.

“Don’t blame me for being heartless. Which parent wouldn’t worry about their own pup? If you were born into a better family, had a higher education, and were more virtuous, how could I not accept you?”

Kate had learned her lesson from Anthony and Edith’s situation and didn’t want to interfere in her son’s affairs anymore. But from her perspective, Harper couldn’t compare to even Anthony’s pinky finger, yet she wanted to be her daughter–in–law. How could this work?

“In fact, wealthy packs really emphasize the match between social backgrounds. Because of the different upbringing, thoughts, vision, values, and knowledge, it’s only the hormones that attract you to each other now. Once that passion fades, you’ll realize the importance of differences.”

Out of everything Kate said, this sentence hit Harper’s self–esteem the hardest and left her unable to argue back. Harper clenched her fist, then slowly released it and looked up at Kate, her eyes showing a hint of exhaustion…

She didn’t speak, appearing hesitant and deep in thought. Kate couldn’t see through her, so she continued:

“Although Griffon and Taya are the best example of social mismatch, Griffon is different from Preston. He can tolerate Taya without limits, regardless of her own shortcomings or whatever mistakes she may make. I dare say that even if Taya were to cheat one day, Griffon would still love her. But Preston wouldn’t.”

eyes, what he can’t have is the best. Once he gets it, the novelty wears off. When

all her fears and making her feel tightness in her chest. It also made her

She let go of Harper’s hand and reached for her expensive bag on the couch.

whether you want to mate my son or not. If you choose not to, the card is yours. But if you still choose to mate him,

this, Kate left, her elegant figure swaying and her footsteps light and graceful, but in Harper’s

couldn’t help but pick up the black card. The dim light imprinted on Harper’s face, revealing a pale,

long time, finally putting

as she lay in it. Her mind flashed with the image of

her out of responsibility for sleeping with

her head in the water, washing away

visit and let him make the decision himself. Whether Preston ultimately chose

approval. After all, asking for help wasn’t a big deal. But if Preston chose his mother, then