Annabelle's heart felt like a lump of cotton.
Kendrick had brought other women here before.
She suddenly remembered the words Master had reminded her of, emotionally, she was not Kendrick's only one.
She remembered all the ambiguous things that happened between her and Kendrick again, no wonder he was so experienced and good at teasing, because he had done all these things to someone else before...
Although Annabelle had long thought that he was a thirty-year-old man with normal needs, it was impossible for him to have never been with a woman before meeting her.
And she could understand and accept his past romantic history, and she didn't have any so-called psychological cleanliness obsession.
After all, Kendrick didn't know he would meet her, so there was no need for him to remain c
