Chapter 63 the Bet 2

How could she surrender so soon?

She would be truly useless if she did.

Shirley wanted to slap that smug, devious smile off Dewitt's face. She had almost been subdued just then.

Dewitt gazed at her calmly.

"If I really was shameless, I wouldn't have kicked you out the night you were in my room."

His flat voice gently reminded her of that embarrassing incident from the other night.

Shirley's cheeks reddened even more. She cried past quivering lips, "Let me make it clear to you again, Dewitt. I didn't enter your room that night - I was drugged and dropped there, do you understand the difference?"

Dewitt was silent for a moment,

Then a bright sharpness flared in his dark eyes as he smiled. "So will you or not?"

She knew what he meant. Her mental space had been thrown into chaos the moment Dewitt had said that to her.

The only clear part of mind knew she could not.

He had a fiancee right now, and whether or not he married Corlia, he would have a wife in the future.