A Touch of Sweetness novel (Finnick and Vivian) novel Chapter 3251

What Megan went through in her past life made her absolutely loathed being manipulated by others. Hence, she refused to change her personality just for the sake of not crossing him.

Jake evidently didn't understand enough; Megan never cared for whether Jake disliked or disrespected her. What irked her was his unreasonable possessiveness ever since she admitted that she was Megan. He had heedlessly ordered her around to complete all sorts of random tasks.

Megan was undoubtedly grateful for Jake's help in the past, but it was difficult for her to remain unfazed when she felt both love and hatred for him.

She was sick of her being stuck in this dilemma. On top of that, she had to see this man every single day. It had been a long time since she had felt so repulsed at herself—and it was all because of him.

“Is that so? Then, you're not at all like those previous women.” Jake's brows tightened into a narrow gaze on her.

Back then, women who threw themselves at him often expected something in return. Some greedily leeched onto him for benefits they could get their hands on; others opted for the gentler path of persuasion, treating him well in hopes that he would reciprocate their love.

However, all their actions only repelled Jake. He felt that it was meaningless to be around such pathetic worshippers of wealth and power. Hence, his heavily guarded heart was set on finding someone that was unlike these power-hungry people.

Megan was the only person who was different compared to everyone else in his memories. That remained the same until this day.

Is she really this person who's standing before me?

Jake's gaze roamed over the woman standing in front of him; she had a narrow chin, fair skin, and ordinary features. Apart from her striking eyes, nothing about her appearance resembled that of a beautiful woman. However, her alluring demeanor under the moonlight piqued his attention.

She wasn't dressed in anything overly exposing, nor did she have a curvaceous figure. It was her gentility, her silence, as well as her tenacious presence that drew him in. They reflected in her gleaming pupils and enthralling him with every passing moment.

His unwavering stare sent chills down her spine. She then questioned irritatedly, “Why are you looking at me?”

The truth was that she relied on blind courage to utter such forceful words up till this point.