"Why didn't you ask me for help?" Farley looked at Hester, who was always proud. Money meant nothing to him, but she was unwilling to borrow money from him.
It was dim in the car. Hester looked down and said what she had never said before, "I didn't love you for your money."
"Really?" Farley asked in a flat voice.
Hester lowered her head and said, "I don't care whether you're a billionaire or a beggar. I love you because you're Farley, not someone else. I don't want to get any help from you. I just want to be your girlfriend for a long time or a short time. Even if you leave, I won't owe you anything. I won't need to think about how I can repay you for this relationship. It's better to end well than anything else. "
Hearing this, Farley stopped talking but looked at her with tears in h
