Raphael Bailey's lips curled into a wicked smile as he reached out to gently stroke her bangs, "And then, I'd have an excuse to be close to you."
Anna Jadwin felt choked up.
"You're about to be a bride again, but it's a pity the groom still isn't me. Let me be your protector for a few days, okay?"
Raphael Bailey's voice carried a low plea.
Anna Jadwin couldn't refuse, but she had to object, "No, that wouldn't be fair to you. Once Wayne Bailey's sickness is cured, he'll be angry."
"We've shown off countless times; one more won't make a difference. If it were someone else, do you think they'd still be alive after my brother recovers?"
That was true; Wayne Bailey's jealousy would surely extend to the entire family of the other party, even if it was just an act.
But it was different with Raphael Bailey; his own brother, even if he exploded with anger, wouldn't resort to fratricide.
A cold hand suddenly extended to grasp Raphael Bailey's wrist—
