"You claimed he returned with those hickey marks and that you saw him with other women. What if it was all a lie?"
Selina's frown deepened. "I would've believed that if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. Why are you suddenly defending him?"
Annabelle shot her a stern look. "I would never defend him. I'm just recalling his physical aversion to women. I'd never seen him with any woman before, and he always got irritated whenever one tried to get close. Still, those girls couldn't help but fall head over heels for someone handsome. So I keep wondering—would someone with such strong aversion really change?"
Annabelle's words settled deeply within Selina, stirring a subtle doubt as she grazed her lips and tightened her grip on the seatbelt. Ever since the incident in his suite, she hadn't allowed herself to reflect on it—she knew too little about him.
