Summer Thorne remained perfectly still, letting him hold her, her heart a whirlwind of confusion and fear.
They had once been so intimate that she could feel just how much his embrace contained.
She didn't even need the embrace to know.
Ever since she found out what he had been doing behind her back, she knew he had never given up on her.
She knew how much he had endured, how much he had shouldered. She also knew that after recklessly storming into that villa last night, he would now have to face even more problems.
'She should have felt the same way.'
'She should have been... deeply moved.'
'But what could she do?'
'According to her original plan, she should have been dead by now.'
Even though she was still alive.
But she had already made all her preparations. Right now, she was no different from a dead person.
'How could a dead person's heart be stirred?'
Late that night, Timothy York escorted Summer Thorne to the bedroom.
