CHAPTER SIXTY SIX

LUCA'S POV.

I couldn't believe it. Scarlett had succeed in rendering me speechless and all she'd done was just to say that she couldn't hate me. Damn. What was wrong with me?

Why did that little confession of hers feel so satisfying? Why did it spread a feeling of warmth in my chest as I thought it over in my head? Just why?

Wasn't I supposed to hate the fact that she didn't hate me despite everything I had done to her family? That had been the whole point from the beginning; to be her worst nightmare, so why was the thought of the fact that she didn't hate me as much I thought so satisfying?

I had to be going crazy. There was no other explanation for such madness.

I cleared my throat, hoping that I hadn't embarassed myself too much with my first attempt to speak. It was unlike me, to stutter in front of anyone, I was stunned.

"I'm sorry for confusing you, Scarlett but you need to make up your mind," I trained my eyes on her, saying, "I'm not a good man. I ruined your dad and althou