When Rosalind White spoke of this, perhaps because she mentioned the person dear to her heart, her usually delicate face this moment was tinged with a blush of shyness, making her even more charming and pitiable.
Rosalind White had lived for over twenty years, yet she could never forget that night.
"Adrian," she was called baby in perfect English, uttered softly.
The man held her as they tumbled together, endless sweet talk pouring out. Although the aphrodisiac from the incense had left her mind somewhat unclear, the man's strong physique and enduring prowess still stirred Rosalind's heart.
Unfortunately, since that night, Rosalind White had never been so close to Adrian Law again.
Adrian had once said he would treat her well, would divorce and marry her.
Why did those promises so quickly become worthless after just one night?
