It seemed she had grown accustomed to Lucas's domineering sweet nothings, so when faced with another man's attention, she suddenly felt flustered, unsure of what to say.
Her cheeks burned so fiercely they might as well have been dripping blood.
Suddenly, Dyson raised his gaze, studying her delicate face intently before reaching out to touch the faint scar at her temple.
Beauty immediately recoiled.
If *someone* found out another man had dared to lay a finger on that scar, would he fly into such a rage that he'd chop off both his hands?
Truly an overbearing, unreasonable man.
He could cozy up with other women, yet she wasn't allowed even the slightest closeness with another man?
"How did this happen?"
His voice carried concern, his expression tinged with tenderness.
Beauty brushed aside the wispy bangs at her temple, trying to conceal the scar, and forced a casual smile.
"Just a clumsy accident.
It's nothing serious."
"How could you be so careless?
