Dobbin Locke used to love Moll Scott as deeply as he now hated Mary Scott.
The intertwining of hatred and love morphed into an unspeakable obsession. Over the years, he never uttered the name Moll Scott, drifting among various women. He believed he was no longer the boy who was betrayed six years ago, but upon reuniting with Moll Scott, he realized some scars buried beneath the skin never truly heal.
He looked at the woman kneeling at his feet—her face adorned with deliberate coquettishness, but her eyes suppressed pain and disgust. A twisted thrill surged in his heart, transforming into uncontrollable physical excitement.
David Locke felt he must have gone insane to be distorted like this.
Yet even if he was twisted, even if he was mad, she was the one who drove him to this point. His hand grabbed Mary Scott's long hair, tilting her entire face upward to meet his stare, "You hate me so much? Why resist? Is this the same look you had when you served other men?"
