The heart-shaped amethyst pendant fell against her skin, its cool temperature tainted with Samuel Johnson's chill. She cast her eyes downward, her thoughts unknown to anyone.
After the man had put the necklace around her neck, he held her hand and gave a silly smile. In that moment, he truly resembled a foolish young boy ensnared by his first love.
If she hadn't been by his side for fifteen years, this expression might have tricked her into thinking he had developed feelings for her.
He had dated no fewer than twenty women, if not thirty; he was far from a newcomer to love. She had witnessed his first love, so naturally, she knew just how impassioned yet heartless he could be.
When he liked someone, he could spoil them to the skies but when his affection faded, he could turn around and forget them instantly.
That was the kind of heartless man he was.