Tara Summer, was this woman really so captivating? Had she completely ensnared Liam Yancey, a ruthless president who used to have no regard for women?!
"Liam Yancey, wait for me. One day, I will make you forget her, and only remember me!" Freya Locke readjusted her slipped nightgown strap and got out of bed to take a shower.
Just ten minutes after the woman went into the bathroom, Liam Yancey, who was on the big bed, woke up. He opened his eyes and stayed still for a few minutes, his gaze fixed on the exquisite ceiling.
He suddenly sat up, his head throbbing with severe pain, but he only slightly wrinkled his brows.
Liam Yancey's eyes still had a hint of bloodshot, his sharp gaze sweeping over the disheveled bed. The air was permeated with the woman's perfume, which made him frown in disgust.
He vaguely remembered the events of last night, bits and pieces came to mind, yet he distinctly remembered Freya Locke spiking his drink, and his handsome face instantly turned cold.
