She gazed, almost obsessively, at the man before her. For the first time in five years, she could look at him so openly.
'He's so handsome!'
A pair of bold, dark brows arched over his sharp, narrow eyes, giving him a commanding presence. His lips were pressed into a thin line, and his entire face radiated a cold indifference.
'He radiated a dazzling light wherever he went, not losing out in the slightest even when compared to Leona Grant. That alone was a testament to how handsome he was!'
Seeing his icy expression and the undisguised worry in his eyes, Faye Sheffield felt a sharp sting in her heart, so painful she could hardly breathe.
'Then again, when had he ever smiled at anyone other than Annabelle Linton?'
Jealousy twisted her voice. "Aaron Wyatt, I never realized you were so devoted. Charging in here all alone, through a hail of bullets and a sea of flames... Your love for that bitch truly runs as deep as the ocean!"
