The brisk beach air ruffled Laurence’s light hair as he sat upon the beach. He had just had an argument with lord Aphmau. She had gotten pregnant by a man she had just met. He was always pining over Aphmau, he was undoubtedly inlove with her, and he didn’t hide it.

His expression was solemn. Strange, for a male who was always cheekily laughing at one thing or another.

His fingers dug into the sand, grasping a material he couldn’t fully get a hold of. She chose Aaron, after all this time.