Love That Burns Against Fate

During the three years of marriage with Quinton Hurst, he never touched me, claiming he was allergic to women.

On the third anniversary, he accidentally took aphrodisiac drugs. I volunteered to be the antidote but was rejected.

Until late at night, I ran into him breaking into the widow's room. His emotional look, which I had never seen before, deeply hurt my eyes.

“Olivia, I want... you, why did you not want me in the first place? Now that my eldest brother is dead, can I take care of you?”