James's POV
The atmosphere between Vincent and me has become awkward now. Fortunately, I asked Aimee to go back to the room; otherwise, the ambiance between us would have become even more strange.
"Drink up, wine is your favorite drink, right? Why have you been silent all this time, Vincent?"
Vincent turned to me, flashing a smile as he embraced me. "You know? I'm actually so foolish and weak."
"What do you mean?"
"I thought I would be fine. Turns out, there's still a tinge of jealousy in my heart when I hear about you and Aimee together. I mean, the jealousy came too quickly, didn't it? Aimee is indeed a very special woman."
Vincent gulped down the glass of wine in front of him, finally being triggered to do something instead of just staying silent and contemplative as before.
"Yes, she is indeed very special. Just like me, I am a terrifying alpha who finally had to lower my own ego to admit that I love her."
