Yaroslava's POV
“Ex-lover? Really?” I clarified, looking at the coffee table in the shape of an antique chest.
I didn't look at Jan because I knew for sure that if I looked at the man's confident features, the anger that was still slowly creeping up from the depths of my soul would quickly take over everything else. And I didn't want that to happen. At least not yet.
“Now I have you and I don't need anyone else. And as for Davina, then… Rosya, I was not a monk before I met you, but I promise that there will be no one in my life but you. Now there will be only you and no other women in my life,” Jan said in the same calm, neutral
