Chapter 1390
Ian's palm still tingled with the memory of her soft, warm skin. It was driving him mad with desire. As his lips curved in mockery, he thought that he must be too desperate and starved for female attention.
They said absence would make the heart grow fonder. In the two years since Willow's death, he had not kissed another woman before meeting that ugly freak.
A starving man would find even moldy bread delicious. Indeed, that must be how he was feeling. Perhaps if he kissed other women, he would not be so fixated on that revolting ugly thing.
There were countless beautiful women in the world, and any one of them was better looking than her. Surely, kissing them would feel better!
"Mr. Nightingale..." Lost in thought, Ian heard a sultry voice float through the air. It was Maya.
"Why are you here?" Ian asked coldly. Although he was suppressing his irritation, he could barely contain it.
"You haven't come to watch me dance lately." Maya's beautiful face showed hurt as she stepp

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