Chapter 35 How I'm Going to Fix It?

-Ronan-

My father paces around the apartment with his arms crossed as I watch him and wait for the next round of yelling.

"Just do the damn photos, and carry on with the wedding. Is that so hard to do?" he says, stopping at the couch and placing his arms on the back. "The project you've been working on for decades is all but finished, and you're going to screw it all up because of a human."

"What does Arabella have to do with anything?" I ask, and immediately regret doing so.

"Do I really have to tell you?" He takes out his phone and scrolls for a few seconds, bringing it up to my face.

Someone at the party took a photo of me carrying Arabella into the house after I found her in the forest. Despite the picture being slightly pixelated and dark, it's easy to see that there's nothing but tenderness on my face.

Now I understand why my father flew in and immediately summoned me to London. It couldn't have been just because Stella called my mother crying and tellin