Rowan opened his eyes and looked at Harvey, the turmoil in his gaze evident. “Do you think the kid beside Amara is her son?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Harvey sighed, taking a moment to choose his words carefully. “I have seen Vaughn beside her before, but we can’t confirm that. Maybe he is someone in her family, but not her son. She’s not even married yet,” he said, trying to reason with Rowan.
Rowan nodded, but his thoughts remained in chaos. “But what if he is her son... and Alessandro is the father?” he asked, the possibility gnawing at him.
Harvey shook his head, trying to put some sense into Rowan’s mind. He knew Rowan was deeply in love with Amara and that the idea of her having a child with another man was driving him to the brink of madness. “Vaughn doesn’t loo
