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"We've talked enough for too long. Now, I want you to show me all of your reflexes in bed," commanded Delilah. Davies felt betrayed after learning Delilah's truth. He couldn't even bear to look at the woman, lovemaking was even far from his own imagination. Nonetheless, he didn't let hatred surface on his face as he feared that Delilah might relate it to his father. "So, you don't mind that I'm married to another?" questioned Davies upon pouring wine for the lady. Delilah smiled gently at her newly acquired husband as she suggested, "My love is unconditional. I don't mind who you've wrongfully chosen under the influence of lust, for my love is extremely forgiving." Davies raised his brow as he found her too distrustful to trust anything that left her mouth. Nevertheless, he continued