For the first time in his life, Simon Adler felt defeated.
Nothing had even truly begun.
He hadn't even made a formal confession, yet he'd already been handed a death sentence.
It wasn't just defeat; it was a feeling akin to helplessness. What it was, exactly, he couldn't quite pinpoint at the moment.
A surge of emotion could easily crush a man's pride.
But he didn't leave.
After a long silence, he asked, "Did you dislike me from the very beginning?"
"I'm not the type to fall in love with everyone I meet. If you think I am, that just proves we're not on the same path at all."
"Actually, I know. From start to finish, you've seen me as someone who toys with men and leads them on. So, your 'liking' me isn't because you discovered I'm not a bad girl, but because you developed that... so-called primitive impulse men have for women."
"We can call it desire, but I don't think it's love."
