Brent’s voice carried a trace of disappointment as he said, “Since you really want to send that post, then let me handle it for you.”
Amari pulled her hand away from him and gave a small, almost mischievous smile. “When have I ever done something I wasn’t sure of, Brent?”
Annie’s eyes darkened as she watched the two of them. Earlier, when Brent voiced his concerns, it sounded like ordinary advice—just a friend looking out for another. But the moment he realized that Amari herself was determined to make the post, something shifted. Brent had made his decision. He would stand beside her, take the risk with her, and never allow Amari to face the Mendoza family’s wrath alone.
A heavy sigh echoed inside Annie’s mind. She could see it clearly now. Brent… he truly loved Amari.
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