The man's blunt and suggestive words made Wendy Moore's cheeks flush. "Mr. Fields, I was drunk that night—it was just an accident. I hope you can forget about it!"
Chase Fields arched a brow, his sensual lips curling faintly. "So I was the one you used without cost that night?"
Wendy nearly choked. She was the one taken advantage of—how could he act like he was wronged?
Chase, usually so serious, could actually be this shameless?
She stiffened her neck defiantly, her voice firm. "Chase Fields, what do you want? I'm telling you—there's no way I'm marrying you!"
"You're so certain?"
"I'm warning you—don't think you can keep threatening me with Moore Villa. We agreed: this is a fake marriage, just to help you dodge your family's pressure to wed. If you keep using Moore Villa to blackmai
