Komer lay languidly in the soft chair, not wishing to move a muscle, for savoring the afterglow of joy was a pleasure in itself.
Tracy rewarded him with a coquettish glance, prompting Komer to sigh inwardly. If this woman could truly remain faithful, she would definitely be his ideal partner—distant and cold in public, wild and indulgent in bed, and a crafty schemer. It was a pity...
Neither Vero nor Renta could match her, not even close. Komer found no need to consider Vero, and as for Renta, perhaps she could compete in cunning and looks, but what of the rest? Komer pondered quizzically. How could he know their true essence without tasting? Maybe he was being too conservative; only through selection could one find the brightest pearl.