Silent Echoes: Leaving the Playboy for the Billionaire
Language: en
I am deaf. Whenever people gossiped about Declan Cross’s endless affairs, I would just turn off my hearing aids. As long as he told me nothing happened, I believed him. Until I brought him lunch at the office and saw his newly hired assistant straddling his lap. Her body was soft, her eyes seductive: "Declan, isn't it bad if I eat all the food your wife made for you?" His familiar voice was low and hoarse: "It doesn't matter. It's just a meal." Later, he spent twenty million dollars at a charity auction just for the chance to have dinner with me. But I didn't want it anymore.