Cronus sneered, lips curling in disdain. "Admiring a beautiful and charming woman like her is hardly difficult! Just because she sometimes looks like my sister doesn't mean I can't see her as a woman. You might as well wait until she wakes up and ask her who she wants to be with."
"Cronus, don't go too far! She doesn't have a choice, she'll always be mine, because she's carrying my child!" Capone shot back, his voice low and fierce.
Cronus scoffed. "Whether she can keep the child is still in question. There are other men who can make her a mother, not just you!"
"You!" Capone's anger flared, his fist raising as if to strike, but then something unexpected happened. A soft, cool hand suddenly curled around his, like a delicate, slender snake winding around him.
Capone froze, his heart skipping a beat. He instinctively grasped her hand and turned to the bed, realizing that it was Sophia's hand he was holding.
