Miles Morgan had never known that getting hit in the groin could be so excruciating—it hurt so much he wished someone could remake him from scratch.
But the real agony was yet to come. He forced himself to endure the pain, lifting his head to look at Lily Shaw, who was standing opposite him, furious like a little lioness, his eyes welling with a pleading look: "Lily, give me a chance to love you."
"Love me? A chance?" The last shred of affection Lily Shaw had for Miles Morgan was erased by his shameless words.
She was so angry she almost laughed, her bright, moonlike eyes flashing with a sharp intensity. "What you mean is, I should give you a chance, so I can be the other woman, the one who breaks up someone else's relationship? Is that it?"
He'd just held an engagement banquet with Crystal Shaw last night, and here he was, first thing in the morning, asking her to give him a chance.
