"No...Aidan Lucas, it's not like that..."
Lily Gray vigorously shook her head; she and David Redington were not at all what he imagined.
"If it's not like that, then you tell me, why are you hugging him? Why are you frequently entering and leaving his villa?"
He clung tightly to her slender wrist, desiring nothing but an answer.
His long fingers turning almost white from the strength of his grip.
He knew she hated pain, but his heart was hurting even more.
If he did not hold on so tightly, he was afraid he might lose restraint.
And end up choking her delicate neck...
"Aidan Lucas, I...I can explain..."
Tears streamed down her face as if they were pearls slipping off their string.
She wanted to explain, she really did.
She was only cooking noodles for David Redington, initially treating it as just work.
Later on, there was sympathy mixed in because she just happened to be the critical "antidote" for David Redington's heartache.
