"Mason, are you all right?" "After you left, better than I could've asked." Vera Zhuang lowered her long lashes, somewhat lonely. "I'm sorry. I was wrong about that. I don't want to explain." Mason Han laughed coldly, tone pressing. "You never had much to explain anyway. I only ask you one thing, Vera Zhuang—why come back?" "For you." Vera Zhuang looked up suddenly, smile firm. "Six years I've been betting with myself—if after my doctorate I returned and you still felt even a shred of affe...