Aaron was about to burst from rage.
How is Vinson better than me? She keeps talking about him. I’m the Prince of Turlen!
“I’ll let you know I’m a thousand times better than Vinson!” Aaron tossed the bouquet of roses into her lap angrily and plopped into the couch.
Arielle grabbed the bouquet subconsciously. Finding his furious expression adorable, she went up to him and ruffled his hair. “All right. Don’t be angry. I should be the one getting angry.”
“What? No one’s angry. I’m not angry,” Aaron insisted stubbornly.
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