"Did my kick knock you senseless? You can't even remember my last name!"
Wayne Bailey, with his deep and charming voice, said, "Felicia Sullivan, I know who you are."
Anna Jadwin remained calm, "Your fever still hasn't subsided? Should I call a doctor for you?"
As she rose to leave, a hand pulled her back, seizing her waist in a tight grip.
Like a violent storm, he was hardly prone to such emotional outbursts, "Remove your makeup, I want to see your face."
"You're violating our agreement! I refuse!"
"The wound on your arm, I bandaged it for you."
His body reacted to both of them in the same way—they were the same person!
"When I was burned by boiling water, a servant said you were out on a date with a beautiful girl. You're incredible, already found a new-fling the very first day." Anna Jadwin mocked, somewhat coldly. "But, how did you have such vivid dreams? I really did suffer burns. When did I even spend the night with you...?"