Chapter 62

Micah had seen right through Tiffany. He lowered his gaze and stared into space with a helpless look. "Oh well. It seems like she still hasn't learned her lesson.' Tiffany tilted his chin, gazed deeply into his eyes, and said, "Mr. Blake, I would like to sleep... with you." Micah met her gaze and thought to himself, 'What a presumptuous woman.' According to his usual way of doing things, Micah would have shoved this audacious woman away without hesitation. However, after a moment of silence, he grabbed hold of her hand and said in a deep voice, "Stop it. It's time to apply your ointment." Unable to figure out his underlying emotion, Tiffany felt defeated. 'Am I really that unattractive? Could it be that he’s really impotent like what Yasmine said?' Tiffany lowered her gaze subconsciously as she thought to herself. She then put a finger on his wrist. "What are you doing?" "Your pulse seems healthy, though." Micah's expression darkened visibly at her words. "Is it because I'm