Devon was in utter shock upon hearing bits and pieces about the original owner of this body. Lewis didn't even detail everything yet.
She raised her gaze to him. Lewis was staring back at her, arching a brow, when their eyes met.
In this body, with this same lips and same voice, she asked his hand for marriage? A woman proposing, throwing herself to a man…
No wonder she accepted an odd job of sleeping with him. She had no pride in her!
"Don't look at me as if I bullied you. It should be me who should be like that. After all, you don't remember, but I do." He uninterestedly clicked his tongue.
That's right. Even so, Devon bit her lower lip, experiencing second hand embarrassment.
"Please forgive my manners in the past. I had lost my mind. I assure you I will conduct myself properly." Devon exclaimed, bowing in utter shame.
"Sure." Lewis waved. "Whatever."
Slowly, she lifted her head, raising her brows. "Did you forgive me?"
