Trapped against his chest where he couldn't see her face, Evelyn couldn't suppress a secret, triumphant smile.
"Fine, fine. Let's drop it," Michael murmured, his tone shifting into a gentle, comforting register as he wrapped his arms securely around her. He reminded himself that during those four long years they spent divorced, he technically had no legal right to demand she remain entirely untouched.
Still, every time he remembered running into her alongside a powerful figure like Alexander Rois, he couldn't help but wonder exactly what kind of game she was playing to keep men wrapped around her finger.
Evelyn masterfully forced a shift in her own emotional state, her eyes instantly welling with heavy, realistic tears. She turned her head back to look at the powerful man holding her, her voice trembling with vulnerability. "If my past truly bothers your pride this much, then just grant me my release. Fine, accept that I am no longer pure."
