Clifford was restless, caught in a wave of agitation he couldn't control. He looked at Clarissa's swollen, bruised face and gently pulled her into his arms.Closing his eyes, he whispered, "Clary, I'm sorry. Don't be mad."But even with his eyes shut, what filled his mind was Seraphine's smiling face. It was driving him insane. He was supposed to hate her, yet all he could think about were the ways she had once been good to him.Clarissa felt better when she heard his apology. She knew Clifford too well. Objectively speaking, he was flawless on the outside—his looks and charm were all beyond reproach.If he'd grown up with the Johansens, surrounded by wealth and influence, even more women would have fallen for him.But he was full of contradictions. When touched, he thought the world of someone. When angry, he wanted to tear them apart. He wanted to be the kind of aloof, dominant man he imagined in his head—but he was too self-centered. Unless he truly cared for someone, life wi
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