Grant's sharp gaze swept across the scene. Just as he'd expected, Annabelle Linton was petting their "son" with her head lowered, clearly preoccupied, while Aaron Wyatt leaned in to whisper something in her ear!
He sneered, his eyes turning bloodshot as he stared at the two figures outside, his gaze so intense it seemed he could bore a hole right through them.
'Aaron Wyatt proposed to her, and what was Annabelle's answer?'
'That she'd consider it!'
'To even consider it means she's already wavering. Annabelle is all alone now, with only Aaron Wyatt by her side.'
'They already had a four-year history, and Aaron even took a bullet for her last time. With the passage of time, they'll be married before you know it!'
'And what happens after they get married?'
'They'll live together, inseparable from dawn till dusk. Aaron will hold Annabelle in his arms every night. They'll sleep together, and before long, they'll have a *real* son?!'
'No, I won't allow it!'
'Annabelle is mine!'
