"Johnny, I'm yours. Sooner or later, no matter how unwilling you are to see it, I will be yours. You can't run away from that. And I don't want to wait any longer!" Celeste's voice trembled, hoarse from nervousness. With no regard left for anything else—not her reputation as a lady, nor her family's prestige—she unbuttoned her shirt in front of him with the sole hope that Jonathan would love her properly once.But instead of what she had hoped, Jonathan stopped her, displeasure framing his features. He didn't know how to tell her this, but he was apathetic toward her, regardless of what she did. While her tender, fair skin was on par with Scarlett's, it did nothing to stir his desire. It was simply the inexplicable nature of feelings—they could never be fabricated. Pretending to like someone he didn't truly like would only make matters worse for the both of them.Initially, Jonathan had thought that whoever he married didn't matter, for it was a ritual he had to undergo sooner or later
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