"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.

Chester Hale hesitated for a moment, then suddenly spoke up. "Thomas Sterling… he…"


Asher Keating raised a hand to stop him. "I know."


Chester Hale was taken aback, then let out a low chuckle. There was a hint of admiration in his eyes. "Truly, you are the Third Young Master Keating."


The corners of Asher Keating's mouth curved up. "I never go into a battle unprepared."


Chester Hale raised the cup in his hand. "Then I'll toast to Third Young Master Keating's triumphant return, with tea in place of wine."


Asher Keating also picked up his cup and clinked it against Chester's. The two men, whose previous encounters had been fraught with hostility, were now in the Sinclair family's simple courtyard. And with a cup of plain water, they buried the hatchet.


"I didn't realize it before. Leah Sinclair always said you were a good man, and now I see you truly are worthy of her love."


Chapter 110 - Chapter 110: She Will Smash the Basin and Call to Lift the Coffin