My Secret Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1833 - 1827: If I’m Not Good to You, Who Should I Be Good To?

"Hmm, so you mean you’re not fascinated enough by me? Are you subtly telling me that my charm isn’t strong enough, that my appeal to you isn’t enough, so I can’t make you do something irrational?"

Brandon Heath: "...That’s not what I meant."

"That’s exactly what you meant, you’re saying I’m not a femme fatale! You’re just complaining that my charm isn’t enough."

"Aria," Brandon Heath looked helpless, "Femme fatale is not a good adjective, and I wouldn’t want to use it on you. It has nothing to do with your charm or whether you’re attractive to me. Don’t you know that already?"

At his last sentence, Aria Rowlett’s heart beats a little faster.

"Oh, I’m just not sure." She tilted her little face up, looking at the man’s handsome and noble face, as well as his gentle gaze, her heartbeat seemed to quicken, "Brandon Heath, would you really be willing to give up the election for me and the baby?"

"Yes." Brandon Heath nodded lightly, "Although it would be a bit regrettable, but life always involves gains and losses. Actually, I have considered this before. If you really are carrying our baby, I can make up my mind."

"You’ve thought about it before?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Aria, do you know, at my position, there are many eyes on me." Brandon Heath gently touched her soft, long hair as he patiently explained to her, "Actually, I’m not afraid of anything. But now I can’t be as indifferent to everything as I used to be."

"If it were just me, I would have nothing to fear. But now that I have you, I’m worried that I might not be able to protect you. If I don’t compete for that position, you’ll be much safer. When I decided to run for election, I hadn’t met you yet, so I didn’t think too much about it."

"But now that I’ve met you, I can’t pretend I’m alone anymore."

Aria Rowlett stared at him blankly, "So, even if I hadn’t gotten pregnant, you might have given up the election anyway?"

"Yes." Brandon Heath nodded, "If we have a baby, I wouldn’t have to hesitate anymore. I could make up my mind on this matter."

"So, are you giving up the election for me?"

"Yes."

Aria Rowlett: "..."

She really felt like a femme fatale.

If he hadn’t started dating her, Brandon Heath would have definitely participated in the election as usual, and he was the most promising candidate among all the presidential nominees of this term.

He was 80% likely to be elected!

But because of their relationship, he had to consider her safety, as well as the time he would spend with her and raising a child in the future, and he actually chose to give up the election.

He was running for president, after all.

This kind of sacrifice was unlike the ordinary person’s giving up on their career.

If she were faced with such a choice, could she do what Brandon Heath did?

Aria Rowlett felt that she probably couldn’t.

It was impossible for her not to be moved by this.

She wondered what good deeds she had done in her previous life that allowed her to meet such an ideal man like Brandon Heath.

God has been too kind to her, Aria Rowlett!

"Brandon Heath..." Aria Rowlett’s eyes filled with tears, and her eyes and nose turned red. She hugged him and gently rubbed against him, "Why do you have to treat me so well? Do I really deserve such a great sacrifice from you?"

Brandon Heath paused for a moment and reached out to gently wrap his arms around the soft waist of the girl in his arms, speaking softly, "Because you are mine,"