Chapter 64 Bernard's Descent into Madness

Like her? Impossible. This "uncontrollable sensation" was merely a physiological response typical of mature men—nothing more. It meant nothing. He saved her not only to ease Madam Jacobson's worry over Vivian Donovan, but also for his own private reasons. The truth was, apart from Vivian, no other woman could bring him that ultimate fulfillment of desire. Even when women threw themselves at him, he felt nothing at all. Though Bernard clearly understood his own definition of Vivian in his heart, at this moment, he was utterly powerless to control himself. He muttered a curse, then snatched a thin blanket and flung it over her, wrapping her completely. He went to the bathroom again, took another cold shower, and then headed straight to the study's guest bedroom to sleep. At dawn, rain poured down in sheets, lightning flashed, thunder boomed. Even at seven or eight in the morning, the sky outside remained dark, clouds heavy and pressing. Raindrops beat against the glass with a sharp clatt