Chapter 959

Maryanne was stunned. "Well, in our family, boys have always been rare. I've got four older sisters—and six aunts, too…" Regan said, tilting his chin up as he crossed his legs. "If you marry me, you'll have to keep having kids until we finally get a boy!" "What if I refuse?" "If you refuse, then I won't marry you." Regan grimaced. "You can't actually think someone else is willing to deal with your family's mess, can you? You're nothing but a socialite who has fallen from grace. "If you marry me and continue popping out babies, I'll help you. What else do you want?" His mocking tone riled Maryanne up. "Why don't you just marry a broodmare instead? That way, you'll get dozens of kids every time—you'll eventually get a boy!" Regan's expression soured. "Even poor women wouldn't want to marry someone like you, let alone a socialite fallen from grace!" Maryanne jeered. As she grabbed her bag to leave, he suddenly stopped her and bellowed, "Are you nuts? How dare you agree to t