Ronald Loman yanked Annie Taylor's arm with one hand, his other hand clamped tight around her waist. As soon as the words left her mouth, the force of his grip increased, and in an instant Annie Taylor was slammed into his powerful chest. The two bodies were pressed tightly together, making her even more flustered.
"Let go of me! You bastard turtle!" Annie Taylor raised her head, glaring at the man in front of her, but when she really took in that handsome face, her eyes inexplicably turned red.
Seeing her eye sockets already red, yet her eyes still wide and round, Ronald Loman's heart suddenly softened. He said quietly, "If he isn't my son, then why is his surname Taylor?"
For a moment Annie Taylor was speechless. She shifted her gaze away and only after a long while did she speak: "Because his father's surname is also Taylor."
Ronald Loman gave a short, derisive laugh. "Can't you come up with a better excuse?"
