Diana flushed a deep, ugly red, her lips trembling with suppressed rage.
Aurora, still seated, gave a small, satisfied smile, her fingers brushing idly over the back of her hand where Spencer's touch still lingered.
"Spencer, do you truly want to do this? For a pheasant girl like her? Do you forget that our families are talking about a marriage alliance?" Diana asked with a flushed face, her anger threatening to boil over.
Spencer's gaze turned chilly,
"Diana, you do realize that no one can force me into marriage till I want it, right? So stop threatening me."
"They will remove you as the heir! Do you still want her?" Diana shouted at the top of her lungs.
For a moment, silence ensued.
Aurora was stunned by the new piece of information.
Will Spencer lose his position as heir if he stays with her?
A hint of temptation appeared in Aurora's eyes.
