The next morning, Vincent saw Edward coming out of my room.
His face went rigid with fury even though there were still kiss marks on his own neck.
"Cheryl, what exactly is he to you?"
The question made anger flare inside me.
What right did Vincent have to interrogate me now?
I didn't notice Edward pause in the hallway.
He wanted to hear my answer too.
"He's whatever I choose him to be, and none of it is your business."
Edward could be my fiancé, my family, or my friend.
Whatever he was, Vincent had no right to question it.
I was starving and wanted to go downstairs to ask Edward for hot cocoa.
The moment I turned away, Vincent caught my wrist.
His voice softened.
"Cheryl, tie my bow tie for me?"
I raised a brow and glanced at Lily, who was hovering timidly by the door.
"Can'
