CHAPTER 334 HEARTS 2

  THEA

  I gulped and looked away shyly. I feel my cheeks growing bright red up to my ears. I've always had a huge problem when blushing because it's so evident on my skin. He has been making me blush and I hate it. He wants to make me squirm and he surely is winning on that. I couldn't even dare to look at him in the eye anymore.

  Does he even mean that? Fuck, I think he does. I mean, he is Benedict Saintclare. The hugely famoys womanizer of London who can make any woman's panties drop.

  The road back to Lure was quiet, which makes me think back to that old man who called me Violet. Of all people that I had to be with, I had to be with Benedict. I was thankful he didn't ask much about it but I don't know if I even convinced him that I really didn't know that old man. If he will know, what will he think of me then? He will be ashamed of me.

  I don't want that past anymore. I don't even wanna remember it.