Her eyes glistened with tears, as if she had suffered great humiliation. Her left hand clenched into a fist, desperately suppressing her emotions.
Adam Sinclair frowned as he watched her performance.
If...
If he had his old personality, he would probably doubt if he had misunderstood her.
But he was no longer eighteen, and neither was Renee.
Over the years, as he gradually took over the Sinclair Corporation, countless women had come and gone around him. It wasn't until he met Olivia Lewis that he knew what it felt like to love someone.
Before he learned how to love, he had seen too many women's performances.
He had to admit, Renee's acting skills were top-notch among the women he had met. Her expressions, reactions, and words could easily make a man feel guilty and then doubt himself.
But no matter what, today, in the bar, it was only the two of them. The drug in the wine couldn't have been added by the bartender. The only person who could have drugged him was her!
