Aaron hung two hands down on the waist. He held his hands into fists. Blue veins popped out. Those joints looked scarier.
He was so angry. But he found no reason to release his anger.
Aaron squinted. In his eyes were coldness. He stared at Stuart viciously.
"Because she likes you. So I couldn't win her heart. I am willing to give up to satisfy you. But I don't agree with you throwing her in danger. Instead, I want you to take good care of her, to love her. But what have you done?"
Aaron pressed his anger and roared in a low voice in the meeting room.
The sound kept lingering in the room.
Stuart raised his eyebrows. His eyes looked complicated. But that complicated expression disappeared immediately. It was too quick to capture.
"She's my wife. I would take care of her. I don't need anyone to teach me."
