Ethan suddenly pulled out of her soft body, grabbed her by the shoulders, and clamped his hand around her chin, cold and ruthless. "Lily, what right do you have to talk to me about love?! Did you think about love when you climbed into Alex Carter's bed?!"
He had done so much for her.
The things he should have done, the things he shouldn't have done, he had done them all.
And now she dared to talk to him about love?!
How laughable.
Sleeping with Alex—was that love? Yet when she slept with him, it was just a physical act, wasn't it?!
"Ethan…" Lily's chin ached from his grip, the pain digging deep into her bones. The intense pain erased the last bit of reason left in her. With disdain, she glared at Ethan's cold, furious face and said each word slowly, "Do you even realize how twisted your views are? You're nothing but a twisted pervert!"