"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.

Asher Keating sat on the sofa without a word. Leah Sinclair went to the bathroom, got a towel, and carefully began to dry his hair. She agonized over what to say before finally speaking up. "Third Master Keating, last time... it was because I was returning to my hometown, and Dr. Hale happened to be going there for a seminar. That's why I went back with him."


Asher Keating let out a soft, cold laugh and finally spoke. "No wonder you refused when I offered to have Sean Yates stay and accompany you back. Turns out you already had your own private escort."


"That's not it! The two things are completely unrelated. It's just... Dr. Hale happened to be going there for a conference, and he could take my grandmother for her check-up. It saved her the trouble of traveling back and forth."


Chapter 83 - Chapter 83: Have I Been Spoiling You Too Much?