Men and women inherently differ in strength, and Tara Summer had just given birth.
At that moment, completely drained of energy, she could only let the man pin her down.
Liam Yancey lifted her clothes, pushing the nightgown up to her chest and abdomen, then tugged down on the waist of her pants.
A scar about five centimeters long immediately came into his view.
The man squinted, a flash of emotion in his eyes as he looked at the scar, his gaze filled with unabashed pity...
Tara Summer didn't see the pain on his face, only felt that he had been looking a long time without saying anything, her brows furrowed, her complexion paling even more.
"Don't look, really stop looking! It's so ugly!..." Tara Summer struggled to sit up, her voice hoarse.
Liam Yancey, understanding her feelings, wrapped his long arm around her waist, lifted her up, and cradled her against his chest.