Passion-filled images from last night suddenly flashed through his mind. Ace narrowed his eyes as he massaged his temples.
Surprisingly, he would recognize Linda as Anna...
This was ridiculous!
A kind of chagrin spiraled out of control from deep within him. Ace suddenly thought of something and went to check the handwriting!
Linda's handwriting was crooked. It bore no resemblance to Anna's formerly beautiful handwriting.
Ace collapsed onto his bed and let the memories of last night take over bit by bit.
Over the years, Linda had been the only woman he hadn't resented.
He was a normal man and sometimes he had needs. He'd tried to go for other women, too. But no matter how beautiful or attractive the woman was stripped naked in front of him, Ace's body rejected them. He felt disgusted.
He couldn't help but suddenly remember how she smelled last night...
"Linda ......"
Ace murmured her name.
...
