Daniel Cooper's face was indifferent, his deep features and tightly pressed lips, set against the dim shadows, made the man seem naturally heartless.
For years, except for the night when he was forced to agree to marry Lana Parker, Mason Hawkins had never seen Daniel looking so despondent.
"What's the matter? Did you quarrel with your goddess Amelia?" Mason exaggeratedly hissed, "Didn't you say that the esteemed Ms. Foster was always grateful? You went through great lengths to save Professor Foster, and she should willingly offer herself to you in gratitude."
The man raised his eyes to Mason, a hint of sarcasm in his gaze and voice, "Offer herself?"
What she should have said was that she would repay him with her body, and besides, she was a person of her word. She had offered to pay him as soon as she heard that the surgery was successful.
If he went back to her now, it would truly become a transaction.
