He was thankful when Greyson didn't take offense against his prying question. Instead, he looked at him across the table with a determined look fixed on his face before he mumbled 'no' for an answer.
"She is my last love…. The only woman I truly loved." He added without filters.
"Rubbish!" Alexander exclaimed and shook his head in disapproval. "Let me guess you broke her heart?" It might be called a reckless and bold question but he can't stop himself from asking.
"That's an understatement, Sir. I did not only break her heart, I smashed it into pieces." It was his brave reply.
Alexander clenched his fist under the table, fury bubbled inside him. He badly wanted to smash his fist into Greyson's face.
"I was a bastard, a jerk, a devil, and the stupidest man for breaking her heart," Greyson admitted.
The Crawford patriarch relaxed and unclenched his fist, "I couldn't agree more." He muttered under his breath.
