He knew Annabelle had a fiancé. She had once been madly in love with the man, and she always got this agitated whenever he was mentioned.
A pang of pain shot through Aaron Wyatt's heart. "He didn't say much," he said in a low voice. "Just asked where you were, and I told him the truth."
Annabelle Linton breathed a sigh of relief at his words. "Oh."
She nonchalantly resumed picking at her food, trying to calm her frantic pulse.
'Thank goodness... Leona Grant didn't say anything more.'
She knew exactly who Aaron meant by "he."
'Who else could that foul-mouthed man be but Leona Grant?'
Her marriage to Leona Grant was once the stuff of her dreams, but now it was a humiliation she couldn't even bring herself to mention.
It was bad enough that Aaron had witnessed her past suffering.
From now on, she didn't want him to see her in such a sorry state ever again.
Aaron watched Annabelle's nonchalant expression, utterly astonished.
'But I told him the truth...'
