Page 89 of Dr. Billionaire Playboy

The door opened, and I stared at him from the corner of my eyes.

"Crystal," he called. His gentle yet pleading voice pierced through my thick skin and broke my heart.

But he had probably used that voice on many women to soothe them when he had clearly done something wrong. If he thought it would have the same effect on me, he was highly mistaken.

"What do you want?" I squeezed my teddy tighter.

I was pathetic.

A thirty-year-old woman clinging to a teddy bear for emotional support.

"I… I don't even know how to start," he admitted, "How much did you hear?"

"Enough to know that you and my aunt were fucking," I replied, sounding as cold as I could, "For all I know, you two could have been going at it for far longer than you and I have."

"Crystal…"

"Just go away, Adam," I said as I laid down and covered myself in the blanket, "You've done your job with the posing. You can go home now."

He was quiet. I could hear his footsteps heading towards the door then the sound of the door closing.

"Stupid cowardly idiot," I muttered.

"That's quite too much, even if it's me we're talking about," I heard his annoying voice.

He sat on the bed and let out a sigh.

"Your aunt and I were indeed involved. Sexually yes, romantically… it was complicated," He explained, "I did love her, but the guilt I felt was too much. And also, your aunt was kind of like me, if you know what I mean."

My aunt was a womanizer…but for men… a manizer?

"It's true that I slept with her after meeting you and it's true I was trying to forget about you, but hear me out," he continued. He drew in a deep breath then exhaled, "It was the day of the surgery, when I first kissed you. It was upsetting for me that I couldn't get you out of my head and all we had done was kiss. So, I thought I could overwrite that memory."

Oh…

"I'm scum, aren't I?" He chuckled, "You don't have to believe me though. As someone who's spent most of his life womanizing, you might think everything I'm saying right now is a farce… planned… rehearsed. But I'm telling you the truth. I swear it."

"Youarejust saying that," I muttered.

"No…" I could hear his voice closer to my ear and it tingled a bit, "I'm not."

I turned to find him staring down at me.

"Get on the bed," I said.

"Yes, ma'am," he replied and lay by my side.

"Say it again," I demanded as I turned to my side and got a good view of his face, "Tell me you've changed."

He stared at me and reached for my face.

"Don't touch me," I said, and his hand froze, "If you touch me, you'll only cloud my judgement."

"I've changed, Crystal," he said in a whisper.

I furrowed my brows, "Swear it. Swear I'm the only woman now. Swear you'll never avert your eyes."

"I swear on my life," he said, "The only eyes that'll ever hold my intimate gaze from now on will be yours."

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