Anna Jadwin bit her lip: "I just said I wouldn't not marry him... but I haven't agreed yet..."
Maxwell Cameron's eyes went wild again: "So what do you really think?"
"Let's talk about it when we get back." Anna Jadwin could feel the scorching gaze on her, as if it was burning her.
Maxwell Cameron scoffed: "You said it yourself, you'd cut ties with him and have nothing to do with him ever again... and now you're considering him?"
Anna Jadwin tasted bitterness; how could she not care?
"Maxwell Cameron... you're injured; let me dress your wounds when we get back." Anna Jadwin softened her tone and shook his arm.
When they were younger, if he got angry, all she had to do was act spoiled. Even if she did something terrible, he would voluntarily confess that it was his fault.
Wayne Bailey's heart ached like a clanging bell—
