He actually couldn't say whether he regretted it or not.
After all, all the choices he made in this life were right.
But listening to her words now, he truly felt a bit uncomfortable with his heart.
That place was throbbing and contracting without reason, somewhat out of control.
His eyes became dim and dark, and Aldana's delicate and fragile wrist was pinched by him, leaving red marks.
Aldana also felt the loss of control in this usually elegant and calm man, the part of her that he pressed on hurt her immensely.
He still got angry.
She couldn't help but want to laugh.
She had made it clear to him before he took her to bed; there was nothing she could do if he didn't believe it himself.
Now he felt dirty and wanted to lash out at her.
