Callum glared at the women bothering him now with a furious expression. Although they were all wearing masks, he could tell who they were just by their voices and body language. He was fed up with dealing with all the women his stepmother had tried to match him with over the years. Furthermore, all of them approached him only to exploit him. It was no wonder he was cold and cruel, given that none of them had ever respected him.
Only Edith had ever truly cherished him. Even though Edith had amnesia, he could feel the love she gave him now was still genuine. It was just that she hadn't realized it yet and hadn't dared to openly express her feelings. That's why, to this day, he still held her hand tightly. He didn't want to lose the woman he loved a second time.
"How could you guess me, even though I was wearing a mask all this time?" Callum asked arrogantly.
