Luke sneered, his eyes cold. "What's the point of being Mrs. Huxley Dawson if she can't speak her mind freely?"

Dexie, who had been quietly observing from the side, froze for half a second, then tilted her head with a faint, sarcastic smile. She still couldn’t figure him out.

From the moment she set foot in the Zellweger house, his intentions had been unreadable.

If not for her past life, Dexie might’ve been foolish enough to believe he was defending her… because he ...