Ronan's question was like a dagger that hit right in the middle of the target board.
Lowell's facial color changed from red to purple then white in quick succession.
If the man did not know better, he would think that Ronan's Alpha Voice worked on him.
"Four months ago on Valentine's day," Annalynne's boyfriend finally confessed. "We have been very careful about making sure that our scents don't stick."
Ronan scoffed.
Being a man who had his fair share of adventures, he knew that Lowell bedded Annalynne months ago.
Besides, with Annalynne's personality, why would she disallow herself the joy of pairing?
"And what is your intention toward Anna?" Ronan asked while pinning the man with a glare.
Lowell turned beet-red.
"I... I wish to marry her."
"Really? When?"
"... I... We don't know yet."
Ronan put down his wine glass and crossed his arms before his chest.
