Chapter 1100

But I heard the restrained tone in his voice, laced with a hint of apology. "Sorry, Nance. I broke our agreement." Our agreement? Right. When he forced me to accept the Patek Philippe watch the last time, he had promised no other intentions or conditions, no attempts to dominate or take advantage of me. He simply felt sorry for me and hoped I would accept it as a gesture of apology. That was our agreement—he had promised not to make a move on me. I twisted my lips in disdain. Could he really keep his promise? Here we were in the bathroom, with him stripped bare, and after forcing a kiss on me, could he really restrain his impulses and desires? "But I'm not leaving," he continued. "I'm staying here tonight." I silently mocked him. As expected, he was sticking to his usual pattern. He acted like a gentleman first, then revealed his true nature—sweet-talking me with words that could kill, while his actions were low and shameless. He refused to touch Cindy yet turned to me—he must ha