"Oh! You totally got me there, Amaris."
Ronan Ross rubbed his temples upon the remembrance that he had to do some other work rather bringing up the past.
"We should not bring up the old stuff and painful memories when we are together now."
He held Renna Amaryllis by shoulders though hissed a little as the sewn spot stung a bit upon stretching.
"Come on! How can you be so careless, Ronan?"
Renna leaped towards him and placed her palm on the partially healed spot near his shoulder blade, the sly mafia king did not shot himself to death rather the bullet just touched his shoulder.
