"This is the first time—and the last."

That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had.

Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive.

She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed.
He wasn't supposed to come back.

But he did.

After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say."

Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it."

Was it possession... or affection?

A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.

Seeing something was wrong from the car, Chester Hale quickly got out and walked over.


"What is it?" Leah Sinclair asked, frowning. She had a gut feeling that Jack Sinclair wasn't about to say anything good.


Sure enough, Jack Sinclair looked her up and down, his eyes full of ill intent. "I remember my dad saying that back when you were in college, he offered to pay your tuition if you agreed to be my wife, right? So much time has passed. How come you haven't come back to be my wife yet?"


The strong stench of alcohol wafting off him left Leah Sinclair speechless. "Just go home and sleep it off."


"How am I drunk? Are you saying it never happened? Don't you try to deny it."


Jack Sinclair grabbed Leah Sinclair and refused to let go. He used to look down on her, thinking she was unsophisticated and stubborn, but he never imagined she would become so beautiful after starting college.


Chapter 70 - Chapter 70: She Is My Wife