His Domineering Lover
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.

She blamed Adam for not taking good care of himself.

Out of concern for Adam, Tracey forgot her own sickness, which she also regarded as a small case.

Love made one give the first priority to his/ her lover rather than himself/herself. But as time went by, people would forget this beautiful virtue.

"I am desperate to see you."Raising Tracey's chin, Adam brushed the corner of her mouth where Wilson once touched.

"Oh, no hurry, take good care of yourself. What should I do if something bad happens to you? Wait here, and I will invite a nurse over to bind up the wounds for you." Tracey intended to leave, but Adam grasped her and kissed her lips.

Because Adam just came from outside where was cold, his lips were cool.

Apart from Adam and Tracey, there was no third person in this high-class inpatient ward. Out of her concern for Adam's hand, Tracey couldn't enjoy the kissing.

Tracy tried to stop this excited man by pressing her hands against his chest, "Adam, stop, your hand."

The man leaned against Tracey's forehead with his own forehead and looked at her with deep love, "Tracey, I miss you."

Tracey was caught off guard by these few words. Adam was the only one in her mind when Tracey was in desperation during the sickness.

The vague information provided by Steve made Adam upset during the flight, as he had no idea what happened between Wilson and Tracey.

In the dark, Adam had imagined a thousand possibilities, every one of which pushed Adam into desperation.

Tracey softened under the gentle gaze of Adam and resisted no more when the man kissed her eyebrows, lip curve, and neck.

Every touch of Adam made her skin burn, and Tracey was controlled by only one thought, that was, she wanted him. Adam shared the same idea.

Adam pulled down her shoulder straps and left burning kisses on her shoulder.

Adam felt satisfied when he fused into Tracey. Anyway, Tracey was his.

Both of them burst with their passion in the elegant ward, and they gained peace again.

Tracey snuggled up in Adam's arms. Her pale face was stained with a blush, and she panted in his arms.

"Adam, it's time to treat your wound," Tracey advised.

There was no response. She turned her head and found that Adam was fast asleep, different from before.

Different from that saying that men got tired after every sex, Adam was a monster, as he got stronger and stronger, lasted longer and longer, and became more and more energetic time after time. He felt tired now because of the time log and the long-hour flight.

Due to the excessive loss of blood on the hand, Adam looked paler than before, and his lips were bloodless. How could he insist on their making out in such a tired status?

Tracey was speechless. The man still grasped Tracey's waist in his sound sleep, as if he tried to stop her departure.