Burn the Marriage, Keep the Crown

Chapter 225

As soon as Serena stepped out of the TV station, she spotted Aaron leaning lazily against a Rolls-Royce a short distance away.

Tall and striking, with chiseled features, Aaron had the kind of presence that could turn heads without even trying. Even the staff from the station-people who'd worked with countless celebrities-couldn't help but murmur in awe.

But inside, Serena felt nothing.

She knew perfectly well: Aaron was here for Cynthia Lynwood, not her.

Sure enough, the next moment, Cynthia burst out of the station doors. The sight of Aaron waiting for her made her light up like a songbird spotting spring, and she practically flung herself into his arms. "Aaron, you came to pick me up after work? You're too good to me, honestly, I'm so touched I could cry!"

Aaron let Cynthia nuzzle her head against his shirt, but his eyes were cold as they fixed on Serena and William.

The instant he saw them emerge from the building together, his gaze turned icy.

Samuel? Just a smokescreen.

William-he was Serena's real target.

As the pair approached, Aaron's lips curled into a sneer he could barely suppress. "Didn't take you long to find a new guy, did it?"

He put extra emphasis on "new."

remained cool, as if she hadn't even heard him. She walked right past, heading toward the car

brow furrowed. He grabbed her wrist. "What, nothing to say?

looked down at her wrist, already reddening beneath his grip. Her voice

"And if I don't?"

tried to wrench her arm free, but his grip was like iron, bringing back that

commanding voice cut

of man

glanced down. William, seated in his wheelchair, had his head tilted back. His usually unassuming features were

gave an

grew

Mr. Grayson. Best to stay out of things that aren't your business. After all, you're not exactly in a

intent

very next second, a hand landed on Aaron's, stopping him. The grip wasn't strong, but the

William's hand resting firmly atop his own, eyes narrowed in

flicker of menace passed through

there was steel beneath it, "you don't always get to decide. Sometimes what Serena wants matters

to," Aaron shot back, his

if