Amelia flinched. Thank goodness the doors were fairly soundproof. Unless those outside had their ears plastered against the walls and doors, they shouldn't be able to hear the conversation happening inside the office. Even if they did, it should be fairly muffled.
"Agreeing to marry the Hawthorne heiress?" Ronan repeated. He slapped a hand against his forehead, shaking his head so rapidly that a normal person would've gone dizzy. "Have you forgotten that you've already announced your engagement to Amelia?"
Ronan stormed over to where Amelia stood before Matteo could even put in a word. Without warning, he plucked Amelia's hand up, displaying the giant dazzling diamond that now rested on her ring finger.
"You know, after you've already placed this fat rock on her finger and flashed it to the reporters?!"
"Calm down," Matteo said, rolling his eyes. "You know exactly what I mean by that."
