His Domineering Lover novel Chapter 467

Shooting a glance at Tracey's serious eyes, Adam said, "Don't you know?" He seemed reluctant to mention the past as he dodged the eye contacts.

"No, I don't. I know nothing about it, for example, Chelsea." Tracey pulled Adam's head over to look face-to-face at each other.

Actually, Tracey felt scared. She was afraid that there had been a woman whom Adam had loved deeply. What if her supposed romance was a lie of Adam, and she herself was not the only one for Adam?

Before the estrangement with Adam, Tracey had kept telling herself that men were not trustworthy.

Men showed kindness with either goals or conditions, as no one would have so much kindness to spare.

Tracey strengthened her belief by repeating those words to herself again and again. But everything changed after Adam showed up.

Tracey opened her heart once more and tried to believe in love and this man.

In just a few months, she devoted affection to Adam thousands of times more than to Sean.

The relationship between Sean and her was more like a playhouse, and she knew nothing about love then.

Tracey learned from Sean's betrayal that love was hurting, and then Adam taught her the other meanings of love.

More than harm, love could be a concern, and one should cherish love.

She spoke highly of love now. If someone ruined her love, what should she do then?

The serious look of Tracey made Adam grin, and he pinched her face, "Why are you so serious? I feel like a criminal being interrogated."

Tracey was amused by his sudden action.

"Adam, be serious. I am not joking. Who is Chelsea?" Tracey was impatient. She was jealous of this woman who had died for Adam.

Adam felt good about the jealousy of Tracey and laughed, "Tracey, are you jealous?"

"Stay focus. Tell me, who is she?" Tracey patted Adam's hand.

Adam twisted his eyebrows at her patting, which made Tracey doubt if she patted too hard.

Looking down at the hand, Tracey found a scarf that had been changed from its original color into dark red by blood.

"Adam, what happened to your hand?" Tracey found that the scarf had stuck with blood. If she pulled any further, the scabs on the hand would be torn apart.

"I'm fine," Adam didn't take the wounds on his hand seriously and wrapped the hand with a scarf before heading for the US.

The scarf was damaged by blood, and no one would tell what it looked like.

Adam hadn't slept during the flight to the US, which cost more than ten hours. He had missed Tracy all the way and felt relieved now.

"Lier. You got hurt at home. Why haven't you dressed the wounds before flying here? Obviously, the wounds were caused by edged tools. I am afraid that you would get inflamed or tetanus." Tracey felt both angry and worried at the same time.