"Nine out of ten things you say to me are lies. Your credibility is far too low. I need to verify the goods," Julian Winslow said as he slipped off her shoe. Her small foot, delicate as if carved from pink jade, rested in his palm, exuding an undeniable allure.
After a brief glance, Julian's brows relaxed. He stood up. "You didn't lie to me this time. You really are fine."
His words made Shalma Hughes genuinely feel that her credibility was abysmal, practically ground into the dust. But thinking back, she realized she truly hadn't spoken much truth during her time with him. For instance, when asked what kind of gift she wanted, she would usually reply that she liked whatever he bought. Or when he asked what she wanted to eat, she would say she liked anything as long as it was what he wanted.
