It was Whit's turn to be slightly slackjawed again, pausing to again look at Phillip. What she found didn't please her, as she knew that damned look on his face, and she rarely liked it. Shed' been willing to give him an out, but she'd been in a state of delusion to think he's take it or accept her first answer. She was really not in the mood for that sort of game, him asking the same thing repeatedly, her answering the same over and over, though more colorful the longer the insanity went on.
"I'm not marrying you, Phillip, I don't care how badly that grates against your sense of responsibility. We can't even exist in the same space for long, we definitely can't expect that to be any better if we were married, and I'm not subjecting some child to some loveless, completely mad farce of a marriage."
Folding her arms over her chest, she regarded him darkly. "So what are you wanting, your name in the birth certificate? Me to accept your money? You to have custody on weekends you never actually have because you're a workaholic who sold his soul to the de Winter empire?"
It wasn't the first time she'd accused him of being a company man to the quick, but tonight that 'crime' in her eyes was taking on a whole new level.