Ronan Ross sighed helplessly and rolled his eyes.
"What should I do with you, Renna?"His groaning voice resonated in the room completely leaving Niall and Isabella dumbfounded, upon the 'cool' reaction of their master."Renna. Renna…O' Renna. I told you she WAS my wife and now she is dead. Died six years ago."Ronan's low voice turned into a whirlpool of numerous emotions, he sounded harsh as eager to forget about his dead wife_ who according to him might be sleeping somewhere down the cliff under multiple layers of mud.His voice held a desire, a dire need to have Renna's company as if he was pleading to her for stay. Ronan Ross emphasized the word 'was' as to make sure that Renna Amaryllis could comprehend that his wife was dead and now only Renna was in his life. "Do not you understand it is only YOU now...in my life."