Summer Thorne's words were clear enough, but Timothy York simply pretended not to hear.
The next moment, his lips sealed hers once more.
He even captured the tip of her tongue, rendering her unable to speak another word.
The more heated the air between them grew, the more panicked Summer Thorne felt.
And it wasn't for any other reason than his physical condition.
Just last night, she had seen his body, covered in wounds and trembling uncontrollably.
This morning, she had watched him push himself until his body lost its normal warmth.
And tonight, he had gone back to see Mr. York...
The high and mighty patriarch of the York family. She hadn't understood him before, but now, in her mind, he was a devil incarnate.
Summer Thorne couldn't fathom it. How could he possibly endure so much abuse in just two days?
But Timothy York proved with his actions that Summer Thorne's worries were unfounded.
She was the one who yielded first.
