Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband novel Chapter 1607

Hannah frowned, the crease between her brows deepening. "Does my opinion even matter?"

"Of course, it does," Steven replied earnestly.

"But we agreed, remember? One child. That's it. There was no chance of us getting back together. Ever." Hannah reminded him, her voice steady but her eyes betraying a hint of vulnerability.

Steven fell silent, the weight of her words hung heavily in the air.

"I'm going to bed," Hannah announced, breaking the tension as she stood up. Steven moved quickly, his arms encircling her in a tight embrace.

"Let go of me!" She demanded.d2

"I can't do that," Steven replied stubbornly.

"Steven, you keep this up, and I'll have no choice but to move out," she warned him, her tone laced with finality.

At her words, Steven's arms fell away as if burned. "Hannah, it's not safe out there. You can't leave. Anywhere but here is too dangerous."

Hannah cast a glance at him before turning away. She knew all too well the dangers that lurked outside.

The Salazar dynasty hadn't crumbled yet, and Daniela, that lunatic, was still at large. Certainly, she was still harboring a deadly grudge. Riverton was no longer safe, let alone Harbor City.

Hannah was acutely aware of the perilous situation she was in, which was why she had reluctantly agreed to return to Steven's home.

Steven watched her go, a bitter taste in his mouth as he thought to himself, “You've made your bed, now lie in it.”

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Meanwhile, across town, Donny carried the documents Steven had entrusted to him and once again visited Daniela's hideout.

Without thinking, Donny blurted out, "Looks."

Daniela let out a shrill scream. "What did you say? Do you even know what you're talking about?"

"Yes," Donny admitted reluctantly. "You might surpass Hannah in every other aspect - family background, education, you name it. But the plain truth is, she's more beautiful. I can't deny that."

"Are all men blind? How is she prettier than me? She's nothing but a cheap woman, skilled in pleasing men. That's all!" Daniela spat out venomously.

"Donny..."

Daniela cut him off, her voice cold and determined. "I want that woman dead. She has to die. There's no way I'll let her live a comfortable life."

Confronted with Daniela's irrational rage, any sliver of guilt Donny might have felt was slowly eroding away. "Daniela, get a grip," he said, but whether she heard him was another matter entirely.