Javier Sinclair felt another pang of jealousy and said irritably, "I already told you, I'm not him."
A man's possessiveness knows no bounds, not even sparing himself when jealousy strikes.
Celeste Grant nodded slightly. "Alright! If you say you're not him, then you're not."
Hearing her words, Javier Sinclair felt like he'd just punched a wad of cotton. He'd said he wasn't the other man, but his current behavior proved he was. He was just being stubborn; deep down, he had already accepted it.
So, he had made up his mind. It didn't matter if he was the man she spoke of or not. From this moment on, this woman was his Taoist Companion. Even if the man she mentioned came back to life, he would just shove him back where he came from.
It wasn't important.
