Under Damian Xavier's gaze, Mya Walsh downed the second glass of wine.
She seemed a little tipsy. Her cheeks were flushed, and her gaze grew hazy.
She stood up and swayed over to him. She then sank down softly, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her face tightly against his body.
"Damian, I can give you children, too! As many as you want. Please don't leave me, okay?"
Her voice was soft, practically begging.
But Damian Xavier pushed her away. "Mya, don't," he said in a low voice. "I've already made my decision."
Mya Walsh's eyes reddened. She looked up at him, refusing to accept it. "Am I not beautiful? Am I not good enough? What does Aria Sterling have that I don't?"
He gazed at the woman before him, the one he had once genuinely wanted to spend a lifetime protecting, and for a moment, he was lost in a daze.
'Beautiful? She is beautiful, but there's a touch of vulgarity to her that Aria Sterling lacks. Good? He wasn't sure if she was a good person anymore.'
