Lila Cross never imagined she'd hear such brazen words from Charles Jackson.
She gave him a cold, mocking smile. "Didn't you call me dirty?"
Seeing her lack of violent reaction, Charles's eyes brightened. "I did think you were dirty back then."
"But now I have the pure Sylvia Evans. Even if you follow me, I won't mind."
He gave her a sleazy once-over. "Actually, your figure and looks surpass Sylvia's."
"Pity..."
His words made her stomach churn—she almost wanted to throw up.
Yet she lifted her head and smiled sweetly. "Staying with you isn't impossible..."
"There's just one condition."
"Name it."
Lila looked at him shyly. "Get out of the car, and I'll tell you."
Charles immediately opened the door and stepped out, then strolled over to her side with an air of arrogance. "Speak."
