Genevieve's POV
Two days ago, I walked up to the car that was parked not too far from our house. I'm very sure it was Lorenzo's bodyguards, that's been keeping an eye on us and I was right.
So I told the young man I found inside in the car to inform his boss that I had something important I wanted to speak to him about today.
"Okay... I um... I wanted to..."
"Can you go straight to the point?" He said in that same harsh tone with a hint of impatience.
Isn't this high level of harshness and hostility unacceptable?
Cole wasn't like that. He was always so sweet and gentle around me. Not this grumpy and hostile person before me that by the way killed Cole.
Isn't grumpiness associated with older people?
Taking a deep breath. "I'll do it, I'll marry you." I replied looking up at him.
His facial expressions weren't giving away anything.
"Is that it?" He quirks a well shaped brow at me.
What else does he want me to say?