Once again, he strongly realized that this woman's influence on him was much greater than he had imagined.
He had never cared about any woman's past like he did now.
Never before.
He had countless female companions by his side, but he never asked about their past because he wasn't interested in knowing and simply didn't care.
They were just toys to pass the time, replaced every so often. Who would waste their thoughts on such toys?
"What does it matter to you? You wouldn't care anyway."
Scarlett Yates was afraid he would suddenly become savage again and also worried she might accidentally touch his injured leg. She found it tough lying on him.
This man who says one thing but means another, complains about her, but his body is quite honest.
