Chapter 1008 Terrible Mood

Or could it be that she's grown tired of looking at my face every day? But this face is all I have to show for myself. Whatever I have, she has too. Presumably, she wouldn't be impressed, let alone catch her eye. Seeing the shift in his gaze, Bailey knew he was lost in thought and couldn't help but laugh and tease, “I'm lying here beneath you. What else could you possibly be worried about? When did the dignified head of the Luther family and the ruler of Tarragon become so insecure? How can he feel that he can't even keep a woman by his side?”