Wayne Bailey held her tightly in his embrace, "What will you do? You have me, yet what do you want to do?"
"..."
"Anna Jadwin, you say marrying him, showing affection is all to agitate my condition, even treating me like a dog locked in a glass box." Wayne Bailey watched her with a predatory gaze, "Now that I have truly been agitated awake as you wished, you should know how much it bothers me that you care about another man. Your slightest concern for someone else is like a knife, stabbing into my heart."
He seized her hand and pressed it against his chest—
She was always as if scooping out his bleeding heart!
"He is my brother, I will be more concerned about his life and death than anyone. I won't let anything happen to him... If by any chance something does happen to him, would you really abandon me?"
Anna Jadwin's pupils darkened, her mind reeling at the if—she could not bear that possibility.
"You also told me that you don't love him..."