Completely indulging a man, wanting to give him all your love out of compassion, and the consequences of being overwhelmed.
Sierra Summers experienced it firsthand.
She lay collapsed on the bed with freshly washed sheets and bedding, her head buried in the pillow. Her eyes could open, but she didn't want to. Her fingers lazily and weakly lay by her side, and the shocking mark on her delicate wrist served as proof of something.
The various clothes from last night were casually strewn on the floor and the corner of the bed. You couldn't tell what style they were, and they couldn't be worn again. Even if they could be worn, Sierra Summers would completely get rid of them, leaving no fabric behind.
She brought it on herself.
Serves her right for enticing and flirting with Caleb Sterling.
She really was a fierce woman.
And now she's half-dead, half-paralyzed on the bed, unable to move, as if she were pinned down.
Her fair neck looked pitiable beyond words.
